Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Lou Tag

Lou Tag
The very cool and wordly wise LD has tagged us on her blog. This one seemed interesting enough, and none of the other two blogs will take this one. So, readers of Poetry, you shall suffer. Here it comes.

If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
I'll kill her.

If you can make a dream come true, what would it be?
The world destroyed and me leaving for another better planet.

What do you do when your love is unrequited?
This has never been the case.

What would you do if you had a billion dollars?
Invest them till I have enough money to buy a spaceship.

Would you ever fall in love with your best friend?

Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Being loved.

How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
As long as she wants to take.

If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Invoke the evil in me to arrange a break up for her and be the shoulder for her to cry on. Catch her from the rebound, I mean. 

What captures your heart the quickest?
Madness. Intelligence and a figure that other girls will kill for.

What would you be, ten years from now?

What do you fear?

What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
LD…well, intelligent, a little bit mad, dunno about her figure. (Note to LD-Pls post a pic so we can get this cleared out. hehehe.)

What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
Put the alarm on snooze.

Would you give all in a relationship?
'All' and 'relationship' are subjective, but in that one and only one type relationship. Yeah, everything.

If you love two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
The one who loves me back.

Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?
Definitely. Never seen a better figure than hers. oh and intelligence and madness too.

Well, now to pass on the germs of the tag. I tag, you, you and you, and you who just went and hid behind the chair. Let me know if you do this tag.

Friday, December 19, 2008


When I was nothing 
But a little bunny
Life was amazing
Life was funny

Now I go to office
To earn monthly money
Life is dull
Life is runny (like a nose)

When I was a bunny
I used to fuck
Every girl bunny
Who had good luck

Now I sleep alone
In my home
And girls don't ever call me
Even on the phone


When I was a bunny. A poem about reincarnation. Have you seen the awesome rant blog, The Fucked Up? No? :O go watch it now!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


The water swirls in the washbasin of my mind
Soapy, froathy and bubbling like lava
Something breaks through the surface for a second
Sharp angry teeth are all I can find

I am looking at myself in third person
Watching this strange boy float in dirty water
He won't give and sink like a stone
He keeps surfacing like the water is getting hotter

The MindSharks maul him turning the water pink
They hungerily bite off chucks of his essence
He is not screaming just mildly surprised
Broken and bloody he finally starts to sink

Now I am looking at the MindSharks circle overhead
In the cold water so cutely pink and red
Though I am lying foetal, sweating in my bed
My only thought is I should be dead


A poem about the mind and about MindSharks.

More coming soon! Keep an eye on this space :)

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


I refuse to see
The reasons
The lessons
The mistakes in me

I refuse to hear
The screams 
The dreams
The calling of fear
I refuse to speak
The anger 
The madness
The victory of the geek

I refuse to believe
Your lies
Your truth
Your reasons to grieve

Monday, December 1, 2008

I will not

I will not ask for you love,
Or attention.
I will not ask for your time,
Or dissention.
I will not ask for a kiss
Or the time i've been missed.

I will just lie here waiting for the end of the world.

Sent from my mobile device

The Monsteress

The Monstress from the Deep!!

Ugly, broken, heavily scarred
An image after my own heart
You rise like a wound from the sea
I know you are coming for me

Your eyes hidden behind the seaweed
None has seen one of your breed
Your hungry lips speak my name
Pray tell, what is this game?

You swim and splash through the waters dark
Like taking a stroll through the park
I wake up from this dream in my bed
My heart sinks like its made of lead

I feel you coming from a mile away
With your cries the night seems to sway
Finally, at my window you are seen
Oh love, where the fuck have you been?


And where the fuck have you been?