AdolescenceShe feels the night with all her senses heightened As they haven’t been since she first entered the world Smell, sight, taste, touch and sound The words mean something new To the new herAdolescence
She has opened her third eye and doesn’t see the world anymore She feels the world; she feels more than she ever has Everything is an experience and her body is alive It prickles as a whole Something internal and something external Something physical and something spiritual
Furry caterpillars creeping over naked flesh, naked organs All over her and all inside of her Br
FakesHanging around your neck I’m an imitation star Catching the artificial sham’s of neon light Making you glow with ingenuity You’re spotlighted in white so bright you’re silver Standing alone and standing out on top of the dark globe This shadow planet of ours The negative twin of a paradise we had forsaken long ago A Plastic World of off-centered copies Of thing’s that ring not quite true You and I are an example, and an epitome Of all that glitters Is not gold, Is not real And should not be trustedFakes
DecayI’m like an old suitcase that they think they can just drag along as they go on their way and open and shut whenever they like.Decay
And now I am old, old though I am young. I am bright eyed as any babe of my era is but I feel in my bones the spreading arthritis.
They have worn me down to the quick, chiseled me with nail files rusted and brown, made their way through layers of flesh, blood, skin and soul.
I am now a waif, an incomplete, a negative shadow of what I once was and though I run faster and faster trying to regain what once was…
I am not mine anymore.
I am theirs, and they
Judy is a Punk :headbang:
...I suck.
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I see a red door and I want it painted black- Paint it Black, Rolling Stones
Can we make cookie pie one day? Just a MASSIVE cookie instead of lots of little ones?
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