Archaic

Anger precedes me.
I have a good sized family yet I have no support; only criticism.
I have no family.
I tried to create my own but I had no support; only criticism.
I failed.
I have traveled away to another continent.
It was nice but I did not want to stay.
I have traveled to an island.
It was nice but I could not stay.
I have drifted on the tumultuous waves of the crystal clear Pacific.
There I found peace but peace let me go.
I have basked under the rays of the sun but the sun eventually winked it's eye.
I have sat underneath the stars as each turned into black holes before my eyes.
I have walked in the footsteps of the insane until sanity rode in on it's white horse with it's British accent.
What else is next for I have longed to walk in those footsteps again.
Anger supersedes me.
Anger in its constitution and archaic in its form.

Coping Mechanism

Fuck your coping mechanism.
Stop pushing your opinions, your advisement's onto everyone else.
No one wants to hear the crap coming from the hole in your face.
Open your eyes, your ears, your mind, your soul to the realities of this world.
Stop living in your mind.
Your naivety is stifling and tragic.
Let go. We are only human.
Life is full of wondrous possibilities. Why waste it?
How righteous are you really?
Is Jesus your pal or do you use his name to up your rank in society?
How insulting to use your false religious piety as a stepping stone.
How steep the fall will be from your high horse.
How embarrassing when they find you out.

11.14.07 These Bitches

These bitches only care about themselves.
I'll just call them 'these bitches'.
These bitches never intend to be your friend.
These bitches get away with using men.
Jealous bitches who give the rest of us a bad name.
Mothers? Daughters? All the same.
They come in different shapes and races.
But I've found a certain kind have similar faces.
These bitches cannot be trusted.
Immature, silly bitches that will never be happy.
Spiteful bitches suck the life from females and males alike.
These bitches never change, they are always in denial.
These bitches that hide their hatred in a smile.
Don't be fooled by their 'sad' story.
I won't be.
We'll see how I feel about the bitch later.
Stupid bitch.
And they say we are the bitches.
Thank Goodness I don't associate with those bitches.

6.10.06 Get over Yourself

Okay, what the hell?
I'm trying so hard not to yell.
I was hoping you'd grow up, but inside I already knew; I mentioned this subject in one other blog too.
There you go always pretending I'm not talking about you. Sorry, but this is something I won't accede to.
And I know that you know what I'm saying rings true.
One question I have to ask is: why is it so easy for you to say adieu?
Another question is: why do you continue to lie to yourself and remain oblivious to all the real people around that try to help you accrue all the things you want in life, but steadily do to the bad decisions you've made, you tend to push those who care away for those who are untrue.
This is freakin like deja vu.
Cause you've played this silly game before but I happened to forgive.
Now I'm tired of the game and you've forgotten all the past times I stood by your side.
Therefore, I won't abide and now you must atone and live through all the troubles you brought on yourself....... alone.
Stop being a prude.
Why should your problems be paramount while ours put on a shelf? Just get the hell over yourself!

5.15.06 Piss on You

Nothing is real.
Everything is fake.
Life conceals, while Death produces heartbreak.
Though the wind blows, and the earth quakes, it may not be what you chose, but it's the path you must take.
As The sun sets and the darkness begins to awake, there remains only you, left with no feeling except a withering ache.
The only thing to say now is piss on you.