Nursery Rhyme? Not so much. by Untameable-Shrew, literature
Literature
Nursery Rhyme? Not so much.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I know exactly what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a shiny nugget in the sky
Teasing, pressing, making free
All senseless audibility
Diving, darker, hiding; you fool
No longer scene, smiling with drool
Tell me to keep it, then set it free
I don't quite get your shiny reverie
But I'll make a stage & sing you a song
Then the little children will all sing along
Smiling proud, mom & dad look at me
But heaven forbid you say what you see
I'm sleepy, I'm tired; I don't want you near
I am apparent, I don't see or hear
Or acknowledge the facts
You're burning away
Sometime you won't be there
What
I'm Sorry - I Lost You by Untameable-Shrew, literature
Literature
I'm Sorry - I Lost You
I didn't do what I should
I left you alone in the wood
I thought there was later
But laters a hater
And never does any good
I thought there was a tomorrow
Turns out time isn't bought, only borrowed
And when the Piper needs payment
He sends you a statement
And you pay him with the tears of your sorrow
This poem was to be longer
To help me be stronger
But I've lost what I was saying
All the words are greying
And hate has left me a tired monger.
I will kill you
And I won't barter for your soul
Nor will I serve as the toll for the River Styx
I will never be your friend
Or provide solace on a lonely night
I am difficult to keep
And in the end I will own you
Never giving you anything to show
Just dirty hands from dirty paper
I carry the dead skin of all the other hands I've touched
I will never leave you satisified
There's never enough of me
You'll never have too much
You can always have what you want
As long as you're willing to pay for it
When the vault door shuts & locks before me I don't fret
Tomorrow may never come & that's okay
I am money & I always have today.
Really Real Reality by Untameable-Shrew, literature
Literature
Really Real Reality
Where are my People
The Hounds of Hell
To whom I run
& my stories tell
The wonderous Goblins
That run away with words sung
of that of Santana
& you ain't got no one
I've hoisted my outcry
At those who would dare
Speak ill of these loved ones
Stuffed full of sugared eclairs
But on any day passing
When the flag has been waved
Hanged out to dry
Naive long last has been graved.
Nursery Rhyme? Not so much. by Untameable-Shrew, literature
Literature
Nursery Rhyme? Not so much.
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I know exactly what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a shiny nugget in the sky
Teasing, pressing, making free
All senseless audibility
Diving, darker, hiding; you fool
No longer scene, smiling with drool
Tell me to keep it, then set it free
I don't quite get your shiny reverie
But I'll make a stage & sing you a song
Then the little children will all sing along
Smiling proud, mom & dad look at me
But heaven forbid you say what you see
I'm sleepy, I'm tired; I don't want you near
I am apparent, I don't see or hear
Or acknowledge the facts
You're burning away
Sometime you won't be there
What
I'm Sorry - I Lost You by Untameable-Shrew, literature
Literature
I'm Sorry - I Lost You
I didn't do what I should
I left you alone in the wood
I thought there was later
But laters a hater
And never does any good
I thought there was a tomorrow
Turns out time isn't bought, only borrowed
And when the Piper needs payment
He sends you a statement
And you pay him with the tears of your sorrow
This poem was to be longer
To help me be stronger
But I've lost what I was saying
All the words are greying
And hate has left me a tired monger.
I broke out my night & day dreams
I wash the world off of my face
-Preparation
And in the dark & dank we are the freaks that love you
Holding words to our chest we are whole with the memories
-Hot, Alone
Why did you stop?
Continue feeding my morbid fantasties treats of the mind
Sweets when you think
Desire for those wanton & wicked
-We'll wait for you
Skin the colour of heart blood
No darker blood at all
Sparkles from all that was left behind
Tiny lights glowing from around an Escher corner
Waits Randoms mighty cohort
-Unpredictability
I'm all bloody
Oh my, no!
It's all runny
Life leaking slow
Tastes like chicken
Protein storage
Finger pickin'
Yucky pourage
This is funny
As I'm writing
Eat some honey
Midgets fighting
Now wake up
It's all over
Pet the cup
Slowly sip rover
Makes no sense
But that's all quiet
Craziness hence
Forth shall I fry it
I broke out my night & day dreams
I wash the world off of my face
-Preparation
And in the dark & dank we are the freaks that love you
Holding words to our chest we are whole with the memories
-Hot, Alone
Why did you stop?
Continue feeding my morbid fantasties treats of the mind
Sweets when you think
Desire for those wanton & wicked
-We'll wait for you
Skin the colour of heart blood
No darker blood at all
Sparkles from all that was left behind
Tiny lights glowing from around an Escher corner
Waits Randoms mighty cohort
-Unpredictability
My soul was removed to make room for all this sarcasm.
I've been described as "Mischief...bottled in the shape of temptation, spiced with sarcastic wit." & "Meaner than a bag full of cobras." I think that about covers it.
Current Residence: Neighborhood Ghetto USA Favourite genre of music: I don't have a specific favourite Favourite photographer: Kenneth Monroe Wirth Favourite style of art: It deviates Operating System: Nervous MP3 player of choice: The one I was given for christmas Shell of choice: Did I become a turtle while sleeping? Wallpaper of choice: I don't even enjoy painting my walls Skin of choice: I'll have to do with the stuff I was born with Favourite cartoon character: Captain Caveman Personal Quote: Apathy equals a carefree time - Me
I'm lonely & afraid. I need to talk. I can't talk. I can be vague! Do you like vague? No one likes vague. No one wants this. Just let me go. Can I die now?