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Jul. 19th, 2008 @ 05:28 pm
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Don't tell me that you like me,
if you plan on letting me go.
Don't tell me it's forever,
if you really don't know.
Don't make me fall in love,
if you're going to break my heart.
Don't say you'll be my friend,
if it wasn't intended from the start.
Don't sugar coat a lie,
we both know what's real.
You don't mean what you say,
there's nothing that you feel.
Don't take me for a fool,
I've been there times before.
If you don't want me now,
don't bother anymore. |
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Jul. 19th, 2008 @ 05:57 pm
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CONTRIBUTIONS WANTED FOR ONGOING MUSICAL PROJECTS
The Melted Rubber Humans are looking for contributors to their sample library. What we are looking for is high quality MP3 files of voice recordings. We are open minded about the subject matter, style or whatever. If you have anything you want to say, record it and email it to me at shooglemail@googlemail.com
To hear the sort of stuff The Melted Rubber Humans have done before, check out http://www.myspace.com/captainmelted (six new tunes have just been uploaded).
You can download Melted Rubber Humans tunes for free at http://www.virb.com/melted_rubber_humans_2 |
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Blank
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Apr. 19th, 2008 @ 12:18 am
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My eyes are blank
Your Smiles Are Fake
How I Hate You
There's Nothing More That I Can Do
Try Hard As I Can
Because Of You We Lost Our Plans
No Longer Can We Laugh Together
You Dropped Me Like Birds Off A Feather
Long Ago Together We Smiled
For You I Would Have Walked Ten Million Miles
My Eyes Are Blank
My Shoes Are Hollow
My Lips Are Dry
My Pride Is Swallowed
I Won't Beg For Your Love
I'll Fly Away Like A Dove
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Poetry by Albert De Lorenzo
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Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 08:41 pm
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Strange Old Man
by Albert De Lorenzo
I look into the mirror and wonder,
who is that strange old man,
and why does he avoid my gaze?Current Mood:  pensive Current Music: Silence |
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Human Pipe Bomb
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Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 11:30 am
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Light tapping on molded bomb of frustrations.
The creator blatantly ignores the curious prodding fingers.
So concerned,
so worried.
With zippo lighters teasing the fuse.
Stealthily caressing frayed ends with the flames.
Cue the greeting between these elements.
-Curiosity meet Frustration-
Meet Self-destruction.
Meet Incineration.
Now live with smoke and ash laced in lungs.
And others sit on lawn chairs, enjoying mushroom clouds.
Individuality was the first to die out.
So everybody knows what it's like to burn.
Current Mood:  sleepy |
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 11:35 pm
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She gave her a quick shove
Through the gap in the curtain
All five of us raised our hands
If anyone would understand, she would
Another sob threatening to surface
Won't blame Daddy so much
I can't be so naive
The report says, best in class
Are you trying to get rid of me?
Glancing down at my ticket
I realize that it won't come a second time
Honestly, I'm so sick of everyone around here
At least, before two. . .Current Mood:  flirty Current Music: To Wish Impossible Things - The Cure |
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Following Sweetness
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 10:49 pm
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Maybe someone else in her family just died
Got your eye on him too?
Let's just hope it's not him
In a less flashy way, he laughed
"Why not go alone then?"
The image dissolves every time
I enjoy the attention
But do you really want to talk to her?
I glance down at my blouse and skirt, and nod
My shoulders shake
"What, what is it? I need the whole world to know how lucky I am."
Five pages by tomorrow
The only hope I cling to is that someone might understand.
He ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair and sighed.Current Mood:  crappy Current Music: I'll sleep when I die - The cure |
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The Princess And The Poppet
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 10:20 pm
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She's lying! Lying!
Don't believe her!
Can't you see it in her eyes?
I'm banging on the windows screaming
"Don't believe her lies!
I've been trapped in here months or maybe years it's too dark to see
the marks I've made from each daily attempt of breaking out of me"
but my voice is lost inside the chimney
my signal choked away
You didn't think it'd be that easy
guess I'm here to stay |
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Love Rain
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 07:21 pm
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Love Rain (Inspired by Jill Scott's "Love Rain")
(melody)
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Love rain down on me, on me, down on me
Do I love you like her? Well…
The first love is indelible
When the first love rain of the season falls
On a youth floor the truth pours out and sprinkles like pitter patters.
Tinkles like nature’s weak bladder has let loose accidental water color splatters
Still beautiful.
It paints a pattern never to be scrubbed out
Rather rubbed in so the wetness is sure to stain
I could feign a frown for hours,
But the truth is this shower’s orgasmic.
Like the first taste of sweets my pulse beats
For a chance at a second go. If just for a second.
I reckon this thing’s forbidden. This stomach swirling thing.
This head high thing. This run my palms up her thigh
And sigh like pain and sigh like joy and sigh like ecstasy thing.
If meant only for the king of the jungle
I’d gladly throw my hat in the ring and rumble for the right.
If love is a fight, I yearn for a new bruise, and pursue violence.
Like a forest walking, poetry-talking cliche my first love was love.
So do I love you like I loved her.
Yea, something like that. |
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hate pt. 1
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 03:02 pm
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Sometimes, I hate being a poet.
I'd rather be a poem
etched into a wall or scrawled
on Mcdonald's napkins, in a sloppy sphere
underneath soda stained tables.
Left to be discarded or find some life
to encourage longevity, earth
needs these minds, needs the flow
of words like I need the smoke.
I'd rather not write and write
for it seems like an organized mess.
I hate our lack of proper communication.
It's killing us, it's killing us.Current Mood:  groggy |
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the hymn of the antagonistic prodigy
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 01:05 pm
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'tis a song of rock 'n' roll,
sounds like a crap of rap
to the tune of fuck 'n' fall,
in the melody of antimony
and psychedelic parody,
used as placebo
like crystals of naphthalene
mistaken for methamphetamine
that won't let you die,
but can make you fly
instead,
to a place that resembles
your deathbed
buried deep inside your head
to the abyss of your desires
flashing in vivid images
where you can be free
from the monochrome,
cupidity,
social hierarchy,
agony,
ebony
and, yeah, from the stupid ivory. you'll never have to question
the orgasmic sensation.
just make a pleasurable bellow
of schadenfreude,
in the name of sigmund freud,
over the rotting shadows
of the hypocrites' superstitious
addiction to their devotion
to a crucified deity,
kick a jewish ass
or assassinate a mormon.
so what if they call you a moron?
just say, "to hell with your religion
and your irreverent mediocrity!" there are privations...
no more,
another two-minute heartbreak?
nevermore.
because in here,
you can be rubious-blithe
buying your own world
where when
the white elephant
declares another war,
you are free to
withdraw all your stocks,
from the fucking nasdaq,
make a gamble in a race track.
when you fail,
use fuck
as a prozac
to ease the pain.
in here you’ll remain…
just don’t ever lose
the color in you
may it be carmine in hue. this is the remedy,
the antagony between
monarchy and anarchy,
and the pathetic obsession
of a society full
of contradictions,
illusions,
and megalomaniac delusions,
betraying your moral liberty
from hypocrisy.
a prodigal bourgeois
is what now you can be,
leaving the shades of gray,
living vividly.
don't bother asking
any question like:
"superman, why don't you save the world today?"
who's john galt anyway?
just put your LEG
before the END
so you can make yourself a
LEGEND
and sing this
hymn of the antagonistic prodigy. |
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Jul. 16th, 2008 @ 08:42 pm
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-guilt-
just keep calm. no matter the case
the word 'anger' is hardly at fault.
the effects changed, therefore
things had started to happen
on it's own. it's free will.
you couldn't the thing.
it already happened.
Current Mood:  bored Current Music: Nujabes - Aruarian Dance |
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Poetry by Albert De Lorenzo
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Jul. 16th, 2008 @ 07:20 pm
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Cat Poems
by Albert De Lorenzo
I never intended to be a poet
and many will cheerfully say
that I succeeded in that intent,
yet I continue to write despite.
At moments like this my brain
strains to come up with anything,
writers block has been hovering
for the better part of a week.
I feel like an empty vessel,
but as my head droops
I feel the primal soup
of my vocabulary slosh.
Slowly swinging my head
side to side like a confused bull
in a red bandanna shop,
sentence fragments drip,
drip, drip, drip onto the page,
only to be wiped away,
brushed aside,
crumpled into a paper ball.
The cats love them
these crumpled ball poems,
batting them about
and meowing for more.Current Mood:  cheerful Current Music: Silence |
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Green
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 12:12 am
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Flickering light reflected through your almost transparent surface,
Shimmering upon distant ripples of the dark lake below.
Black with infinite depth, lifeless, or so it seems.
Lifeless except for the falling petals from the wild flowers by your quiet banks,
Creating music and a graceful dance
Constructed carefully from the swells to the music
Made from the singing wind, humming the song brought up from the earth below,
The mountains with their tumbling snows and roaming life,
The unheard falling trees in forests and the flying dust from their landings,
Each playing a tune as the water dances to the earths song
As the light is reflected through your green, slightly transparent surface,
Onto the lake which in it's depth holds many secrets from the earth above. |
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First post by DeviantSimian
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Jul. 16th, 2008 @ 06:43 pm
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(This is an as-yet untitled piece; I'm taking suggestions as to what to call it.)
The colors run together;
the tan of my skin,
the brown of my hair,
the black of my clothes.
The blood runs out;
painting that skin,
staining that hair,
darkening that cloth.
On and on it goes,
swirling and pooling and swirling
mixing with the water
as it showers down like a fall.
The porcelain cracks
as the shot rings out.
For just a moment I feel it,
the tiles shattering, mixing with the bone
as the hot metal tears through.
The last thing to go through my mind isn't the bullet.
It's you.Current Mood:  anxious |
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Three Nails
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Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 09:51 pm
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Three Nails
His eyes never leave mine he speaks of love though the language is difficult for him he laughs at my jokes even if he doesn't get them he thinks I am the most amazing most beautiful, charming, delightful fabulous, woman in the world and yet, he is fully aware of my dark side and forgives readily even when it's directed at him which is often the case He is sincere, playful, intelligent and never fails to point out little things that most people never notice like the dew on my roses or the spider web wrapped around 3 nails in the old barn he marvels at the beauty of the web the way the light falls on it and wonders what its creator had in mind for it and how "fresh" it might be I appreciate all that he brings to my life and more Tonight I watch his eyes light up when I enter the room I study them as I speak often there's no need for words just a glance a wink, a slight smile, is enough I thank God for him wonder where he's been all my life he promises he will love me forever and ever He is wise beyond his years I will love him forever and ever too Through the passing years I have often reminisced about that day just four-years old and fruit of my womb he taught me how pure love is and that it does last forever and ever
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Alive with limits.
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Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 04:02 pm
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Current Mood: lonely Current Music: Brand New - Degausser |
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Magazin
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Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 06:18 pm
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I took my dreams from yeterdays magazin
And still I have no directions
No roads that will lead to something
I am gonna take the morningtrain
Ahead of tomorows magazinnews I will write a pome or two
Until station unknown
Flashes in red Maybe I will stay here
Standing still
On the station
With yesterdays magazin in my handCurrent Mood:  nerdy Current Music: Katie Melua - Nine Million Bicycles | Scrobbled by Last.fm |
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My World
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Jul. 15th, 2008 @ 11:44 am
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I want to find my place in the galaxy Hell… I’d be happy finding a place in this town I’m not looking for anything big and fantastic Find one true love, and just settle down I want to come home at the end of the day And be greeted with a kiss from my lover Always reach out and have a hand to hold A leg to touch underneath the cover I want an eye to catch across the room Someone to call when I’m having a bad day Somebody I can write love letters too And who’ll tell me it’s gonna be okay I just want someone to pick me a daisy Or sing me a corny love song off key I really don’t think I’m asking for much I just want someone who loves me for me And I can promise my own little world in return Because although I don’t have much to give My heart is full, and my love is abounding And my world ain’t a bad place to live. |
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