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HeartlessEveryday I wake up, To see your lifeless eyes, And everyday I shed a tear, For you, and your heart of ice,
There's nothing I could ever do, To teach you how to care, The only things you're bothered by, Are nails, shoes and hair,
You never showed a smile, You only grimaced and sneered, You take and take and never give, No wonder you're feared,
It burns my heart to see you, Scowling at the poor, You never thought to give to them, You only wanted more,
Your boss says you're amazing, But you don't need to be told, &nbs Heartless
by ~chubbaloo

In The GutterI walk along a dirty road, With drunks and tramps,
and who knows what else, They look at me with dull eyes, Let out a burp or fart, and get on with their usual business,
I see a light, In the corner of my eye, The post office, Empty, cold and boring, While the drunks throw up, Just behind my rhythmic footsteps,
I'd like to think I let out a glow, to those lonely old geezers, A beacon they could aspire to follow home, But in the end I am one of them, Not a leader, just overdressed, Because we're all in the gutter.. In The Gutter
by ~chubbaloo

Perish...Joseph fell to the floor, Life rushing from his broken body, He remembered everything in one moment, His first bike ride, His first day at school,
He could almost feel death breath upon him, and welcomed it like a long lost friend, He remembered the terror, His first comrade to die in his arms, His first murder,
He felt his soul separate from his body, and waved it goodbye for eternity, He remembered having to let go, His first funeral, His son's first day at nursery,
He thought of his family, Who rushed to his side at that mom Perish...
by ~chubbaloo

The BirdsongThe wind rushed between the trees as the birds sang their native song, They whistle a tune of anguish, sorrow, disruptiveness and hate,
They sing of madness and discontent with life as they know it, They yell a shout of pride in their own skewed perspective,
They make a nest for housing living offspring to carry out their deeds, And drive their sword like beaks into the lowly maggots who oppose them,
Yes, the birds are planning, plotting for revenge for their mistreat, Yet all we hear is "tweet, tweet, tweet" The Birdsong
by ~chubbaloo

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SpiritBreak of dawn cracks endless night But penetrates eggshells Crumpled, scattered, strewn Across the mind,
Knowledge burns the forest of
Wisdom, bearing pretentious, Beyond feeling and justice Within perception,
Forest sawed by banjo string
But seized by a soul of fire, Spreading resistance, Trade for tenderness
Beyond the edge of freedom Is blood, carnage, criminal Justice is behind us Just obstruction of belief however... Spirit
by ~ginger-elvis

For my friendWithout your voice my ears don't listen
Without your works of art my eyes only see darkness Without your love my heart cries crimson tears For my friend
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A Thought-Provoking ThoughtThis is a dangerous poem If you read this poem you will die If you ignore it you will live But can you tear your eyes away? Do you want to ignore it? Would you pass up the wisdom it can bestow on you? Or would you rather reminisce to yourself? About the life you thought you'd lived Or the lie you thought had been forgived About the goal that you worked to achieve Or the gift you happened to recieve About the heart you thought you'd satisfied Or the dream you always thought had died If you were to die at the end of this poem Could you really say you'd lived at A Thought-Provoking Thought
by ~ginger-elvis

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43 Interview with a haijin, *Laurence55 - Apr 19, 2008

Come Clean

Fri Jun 19, 2009, 2:30 AM

OK, time to come clean. This has been very hard for me. I am not really Matt or Derek or anyone else. I am ginger-elvis. I decided to leave my old account a while ago because I was bored and really stressed, so I made another account to solely focus on my poetry. I'm really terribly sorry for any trouble or inconvenience I've caused but I'm just hoping you all understand that I was going through a rough time mentally and emotionally and needed to express both my anger, depression and complacency with life as a whole, at the same time.

I'll be using the old account from now on: