LiL BiT's blog: "writing/poetry"

Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!

Oh my, here we go...

Another lose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.


I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.


I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...



When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

It's never enough to say I'm sorry
It's never enough to say I care
But I'm caught between what you wanted from me
And knowing that if I give that to you
I might just disappear

Nobody wins when everyone's losing


It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, I can't change your mind
I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street
I can't give you what you want
And it's killing me
And I, I'm starting to see
Maybe we're not meant to be

It's never enough to say I love you
No, it's never enough to say I try
It's hard to believe
That's theres no way out for you and me
And it seems to be the story of our lives

Nobody wins when everyone's losing



There's still time to turn this around
You could be building this up instead of tearing it down
But I keep thinking
Maybe it's too late



It's like one step forward and two steps back
No matter what I do you're always mad
And I, baby I'm sorry to see
Maybe we're not meant to be

(Theory Of A DeadMan)

I invited myself to be a lull on my front porch

with squesky boards I tell myself to replace

Everytime I have company.

I sit in the shade and calm myself

with coffee and a cigarette

I didn't always give my mind this much thought

When my laundry is done,

I'll call a friend'

read a book,

write a poem about a prick like you

If I didnt find all these things to do

I would be crushed

under the pressure

of you crushing me

I should have known something was wrong,

when I woke up at 4;03 am

and started counting cofee stains on the rug

I got so pissed

I lost count and had to start again

Last week I noticed the cat moved out,

taking her favorite squek toy,

leaving nothing but the litter for me

that kinda reminded me of YOU

(perreault)

I listen to you scream

my hand grasping the doo

fearfully finding its handle

my knuckles turning white

in my head voices screaming with fright

Standing firmly with my back to the wall

Refusing to fall , deny you pleasure of seeing me crawl

outside the wind is screeching

splattering rain against the window pane

adding to the disturbance in my mind

Silence slaps me in the face

hearing only the rushed pace

of you tearing across the the room

prying my hand finger by finger, from the door

hearing only the lonely sound of the rain

slowly going insane

laying there , on a cold hard floor

fighting no more

half slain

my only friend is the rain

only she shares my defeated pain

(perreault)

Have you ever felt alone

not even the brightest diamond in the world

could shine out all the doom

A room full of the finest things

Yet all you hear is silence

Fading footsteps

Angry words slapped across your face

Your dress shining in the faded candle light

Such a beautiful sight

nothing you could say would make it right

Have you ever felt alone

Knowing your pain could never be shown

Slowly the hours pass by

Inside your dreams decay and die

Sileence is broken

as you hear his footsteps

stumbling down the hallway

Without making a sound you turn on your side

knowing all along he has lied

He lays down facing yourback

You pretend to be asleep

as her perfume sickeningly suffocates the room,

choking back your tears,

Have you ever felt alone

(perreault)

Her eyes, the color of wet pavement,

So cold, so empty, so close to death,

Still hold one glimmer of lifeAs they stare from above the nose,

Slipknot close to the skin of her neck,

Rickety chair unbalanced beneath her toes,

Flesh clammy and wet, hair unkempt and filled with sweat

Around her throat, she grasps the constricting cord,

Her hands shaking with indecision and fear,

Yet, the act is so simple, so clear

Eyes, once full of shimmering hope,

Now glanceing up at the knotted rope,

Are only filled with tears,

Her lifes a debt she cannot afford

With one deep inhaled breath,

Placing her hands across her breasts,

Eyelids blocking the light from the room,

Teeth bared, gaining strength,

Nails cutting through her palms,

Blood dripping to the floor,

Her feet rock the chair until it tumbles.

She falls, bones in neck breaking loose,

Arm jerks, thumping against her side,

Life and Death at once collide,

Face lackluster and grey

Rope rubs plank, starting to fray,

Barren, Blank and opened wide

Her eyes stare nowhere from above the noose

(perreault)

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so

IN THEORY....
Romeo was in love with Rossaline just days before he met Juliet. He looked at Juliet and fell in love with her looks. Romeo and Juliet got married just shortly after meeting one another. They are acting on impulse by getting married so quickly. True love can spring from such a situation, but not until a few years have passed and even then it is not a guarantee. People are blinded by lust. If couples want a better chance of staying married, they should get married only when they no longer lust after each other.

Juliet fell in love with Romeo's perceived love for her and possibly his good looks. People can fall in love with another person's loving actions or the idea of infatuation. Many people can become infatuated with another person based solely on the notion that they are liked or loved by them. Juliet was raised by a nurse and did not get much attention from her parents causing her to be attracted to those that pay attention to her or give her much needed love. People, especially those that have low self-esteem or a lack of confidence, will quickly have positive feelings for a person that shows them affection. Juliet knows of nothing but her home and her church. A young girl who is sheltered from everything is not going to know what love is.

Juliet was also stimulated by the adrenaline-inducing act of rebellion. She was supposed to marry Paris and did not really show very much interest in that idea. Girls, especially back then, were not encouraged to be aggressive. That repressed aggression of natural feelings gave Juliet a little bit of a hopeless feeling causing her to desire a young man that promised to set her free. Therefore, what she was in love with was freedom, not Romeo.

Lust (or love, as our current generation calls it) cannot last longer than three years. Between one and a half to three years is how long lust usually lasts between two people. Couples get married based on lust and then to their surprise, they get divorced. Individuals do not realize that that energy they feel for the other person is just lust. Evolution's evil trick is a deceiving feeling that one is in love. Teenagers are hit with an overwhelming feeling of lust and do not have the experience to know what to do with it. Romeo and Juliet are around the ages of 13 and 17. Teenagers are so preoccupied with themselves that when they are in a relationship, they are not able to love anybody but themselves. One of the greatest depressants comes from such relationships. Many people commit suicide based on the failure of those relationships. Before committing to such life-long things as marriage, couples (especially young couples) should seriously consider how negative it could turn out to be. It takes a certain personality to be in a marriage. Those that fit that personality type are not necessarily more in love. Two people can be in just as much love as a married couple and not be married. The fact that Romeo and Juliet got married does not mean that they were in love. People get married for different reason

(love spelled backwards is evol)

interesting theory

I can't find your face in a
thousand masquerades
You're hidden in the colors of a
million other lost charaders

She sparkles in the blue moonshine,
Glistening near the translucent lake,
As the swans and lilies gather around,
Patiently awaiting her awake.

Fireflies flickering about the cattails,
The salt marshes cease to calm,
As her majestic beauty commences,
Out of the icy mist rises her palm.

She gently waves to her prince,
Mystified by this benevolent moment,
Approaching with a tranquil serenity,
Defiance uplifts his wonderment.

The voluptuous touch of their hands,
Brings endearment and cries,
Spellbound by her unearthly charm,
She has him till sunrise.

The intoxicating kiss between them,
Ceases all cosmos and nature around,
As their tasteful lips depart,
Endorses a tenderness frown.

Pleasurable smiles in their faces,
They adorn a passionless gaze,
As hands around her waist,
They merge into a lustful blaze.

Gently fondling her luminous hair,
The gradual tilt of his head,
Brings their ravishing lips together,
Illuminating a fairytale unread.