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SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

Start The Fire"Start The Fire"

Close your eyes
And know I'm with you tonight
Can you feel the fire burn and crackle?
Can you feel my hands grip and grapple?

Keep them closed
As the fire warms our toes
As the fireflies engross
Our two bodies as they glow

Do not open them yet
Do not stop or push reset
Can you feel our bodies start to sweat?
Do you remember when our lips first met?

Look up towards the night
Towards the stars in the sky
The ones that match the bright
Stars in your eyes

Take my hand now
And to you I solemnly vow
To make your night as bright
As those fireflies and their lights

Keep holding my hand
Because I know where you've been
As the a

Just StopStop, just stop.
Stop throwing those punches.
What'd she ever
Do to hurt you?!

What, be herself?
Be different?

Is it because
She dresses in a way
That you don't like?

Or maybe because
She's dating someone
Who isn't you.

Just stop.
Right now.

Because maybe it
Isn't her who needs
To take a step back
And look at themselves...
Maybe it's you.

You, the bully.
The one who's
Beating up a poor,
Defenseless girl,
All because she's
Not how you want her to be.

She's not your daughter.
Even if she was,
You don't have the control.

You aren't supposed
To want to do this.

We're all different,
All in our own
Wonderful ways.

Me, I write poetry.
That

PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re

If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?*

Earth; our theatre.
Is it showtime already?
Where are our seats?
?

Popcorn is better
anticipated than ate.
Wow, I feel fuzzed.
.

Parking lot faces,
shadows of unknown people,
they bump against me.
&

Cold November nights
hold rogue opportunity;
dancing heat, or love?
...!

I promise not to cutI promise not to cut
To bleed to scar to hurt
But this feeling's boiling up inside
I'll try but things get worse
I can't take it anymore
I must hurt
Relapse

I promise not to cut
To numb to give to sink
But my head is throbbing
full of thoughts and confused emotions
I try but it's all my fault anyways
I should suffer
Relapse

I promise not to cut
To drown to harm to break
But I am worthless anyways
What's the point in my existence
I only take up space
I should bleed
Relapse

MistakeIf only I had known that

This is what we'd become.

If I could go back,

Change what I've done.

You should know that I would.

Just look at what I've done now.

Everything is so broken.

If only I just know how,

Take back what I've spoken,

I would if I could.

But now it's too late,

The damage is done.

I took all the hate.

I want to go back to one.

Do I have to go away

Just because of one mistake?

Why couldn't it stay?

Was so much at stake?

I'm tired of pretending

There's no use of it now.

Is this really the ending?

Guess I regret it somehow.

Don't we all stumble?

Don't we all feel small?

Don't we all have trouble feeling hu

Summers Lost god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.

"ask anything."

static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.

the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.

shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.

and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."

swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.

sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:

"where have you been?"

A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'

cyanide poems
dripped off his thin lips.
wreathing water-ink.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.

up-turned cheekbones:
a smile
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.

'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'

albatross hands.
dragged out;
crashing again.

'you'll vanish today,'

fingers chilled
to sticks of flesh and bone.

'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'

face floating:
a harsh white sky.

spume and spray
spread out
like a too-taunt sheet.

surrender reaching:
frozen
and
languid.
longing

What if I don't believe this bullshit?Baby...
May I ask you something?

If I...
If I told you of my secrets, my worries
wouldn't you listen, wouldn't you help me?
If I...
If I hugged you tight and never wanted to let go
would you seriously look at me with disgrace?
If I...
If I kissed you
would you really push me away?
If I...
If I asked you to be mine
and mine only
Would you have the urge to say no?
If I...
If I told you I love you
Would you be able to look me in the eyes
and tell me
you don't love me too?

What if I don't think so?
What

Dead HoursLater has come and gone, my friend
Were time to exist,
it would be against us
Our eyes will not appear
until the sun disappears
Where you are blind, we see

Close your eyes and walk awhile
You'll find the roads narrow,
the nights shorter,
and the days without end

Blue Like Winter Skycrystal meth eyes, wild as the moon
empty as a newly dug grave
midnight blind walking
on the path of soon, child, soon

freedom whispers in her damaged ear
drowned out by too much rain
shaky stick legs walking
bruise small flowers along the way

the sound of buzzing flies is louder
than the sweet hum of somethingness
eyes blue like winter sky
searching for a place to rest

she never had a goddamned thing to give
but she'd give it all away
for something that's not nothing
for a time that's not today

Playground"Playground"

Old sand lots and teeter tots
Throwing rocks in a hop skotch box
Chasing girls and acting cool
This was recess during school

Climbing up those giant slides
Looking down a mile high
Protecting yourself as you slid
From cruel kids who often hid

Swing sets were my favorite part
Flying where the ground departs
To see who jumped the farthest still
Boys would love to show off skill

Dribbling balls and ankle races
Throwing discs and running races
Playing cards and making noise
Girls talked about the cutest boys

Sharing snacks and soda pop
Proud to have a new lunch box
Playing tag and hide and seek
Scaring friends t

Alcoholics Anonymous"Alcoholics Anonymous"

I know I can do this
I need to put the bottle down
I will clench both my fists
And keep my feet on the ground
I know I can win
I need to conquer this trait
I will try to fight myself
And not drink another day

But its just one more bottle
A shot would be even smaller
Yet every time I drink
The trees look so much taller
My imagination runs haywire
These drinks don't fix anything
Instead my mind conspires
And brings out the worst in me

True feelings I can't face
Watching the world spin
A small price for its foul taste
Destroying my insides within
I have a terrible disease
So expensive and so vain
But

Not a writerToday I took my pencil
And started to think
Now what should I write about?

Love?
I'm sick of it
Death?
Too boring to read
Feelings?
I'm done with it
I lie on the floor and start to sing
Something so sad and something so sweet

No need to write it down
It's everything
But nothing about
Melody is quite simple
As it comes from the heart
You might think I'm tearful
But no, I am not

Too many reasons why I'm here
Too many questions unrelieved

So many people should just leave
Away, get vanished, disappear

I'm still holding a pencil in my hand
Not writing, not trying to understand
But I'm singing to feel something new

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In My Head

by *thomasbisbee, Nov 9, 2012, 9:29:03 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

I said:
Girl,
Memories in a pill are my encapsulated dreams
and I dream of you when I can get any sleep.
But these Egyptian cotton sheets are eaten by closet moths
and this world has to get dark but I don't have to be cold.
Dark days keep insomnia near my arrhythmic heart,
so keep me warm by leaning a little closer to me.
Wherever we are,
in the Milky Way Galaxy,
on a back road asphalt highway playing a beat.
You can drive but we're taking my car,
so tell me what you think and let me find out who you are.

She said:
Hey boy,
I'd like to stay
and you know I'd like to play
but I'm going to Paris
and I'm going my own way.
I had a rough time in life
and I got stuck up a couple of times,
in muddy relationships and childhood trip ups
that weren't even my fault.
But you seem to listen
and you even seem to care
so if you're going my way
why don't you walk me there?

Then:
We walked together for a while.
No rhyme or reason, then they lost the beat when she moved away,
and they don't walk together anymore so he doesn't walk the same

They both thought:
I can't stand to lose our memories,
lose our dreams then lose you too,
so guess what I'm gonna do:

Something crazy!
Some bad!
Something I wanted for something we might have had...

I said:
But I don't want that to happen,
So let's youtube what we do cause I like to see you,
let's find another route,
let's do something wrong the right way this time so strong we're break away.
Fuck fate predestination we'll find another kind vacation...

She said:
Instead of moving apart?
Instead of losing my heart?
Is that a another joke? (you joke a lot)

But without your hair on my face when you kiss me
I feel like I'm missing an organ more important than an appendix.
So I guess I'll stay if you keep us moving.
This cities getting stale so let's dance on highway pavement
I see city light bulbs fractal style through a prism tear.
Authentic perspective can't change fate's directive,
but whatever we have to take let's take it together.
At least for tonight.

In My Headby *thomasbisbee

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Maybe I shouldn't listen to music when I try to write poetry because when my Arcade Fire album ended and Audioslave started this poem/lyrics changed. Then Audioslave changed to Radiohead, Benny Benassi, Muse, and by the time Kid Cudi started I have no idea what I ended up with. Actually I ended up with this.

Does anyone want to make a few song? That would be awesome.

Oh and I know this is more pretty dialog than poetry OR lyrics. I'm trying to experiment with different styles of writing. But wutevah i dunt carenahmore.

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~SnappyIrides Nov 11, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I like it. I can't put my finger on why, but i like it.

*thomasbisbee Nov 11, 2012 Writer

Probably because you have a baby dragon on your finger

~SnappyIrides Nov 17, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

BAHAHAHAHA love it XD Its an adorable dp, huh?

*thomasbisbee Nov 17, 2012 Writer

Haha, yes indeed

~shannor Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Reading this, I have to admit, I can imagine it in a rap beat, though the timing and rhythm is tricky in places

*thomasbisbee Nov 10, 2012 Writer

Yeah I feel ya. I don't know about you, but I don't seem to be able to write lyrics for music well without some kind of beat in the mind.

The beat comes first, ya know?

*thelanyi Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like this.

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~CecilyRoseMidnight Nov 9, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I really, really like this. I can tell that there is more meaning in this than just what it says, its like something people would have to interpret. I'm jealous you can write this well, writing that is intricate and unique is what I strive to do with my life (despite the instability of it.). Kudos to you for writing well!

I also feel I should let you know that I love how some of the poem rhymes, and some of it doesn't. (I don't know the word for that! I would say prose, but I'm not sure...)
In a nutshell, this is really good. It would be great as lyrics for music.

*thomasbisbee Nov 10, 2012 Writer

I think people with unstable lives are often more interesting, so no worries! I'm the same way.

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