Petite teenage girl shows her boobs

Where is you shame?
You turn on your web-cam and browse on chat roulette,
waving your wiener around at a little 13 year old girl from Australia.

And then you hop on trough, to the porn sites.
Where you look for scantily clad young ladies,
from all around the world,
who have no more shame to lose.

After that,
you surround your self with some jerk-offs, on a fan-fiction website.
With poets and writers who put literature to shame.
Who use dirty words to get some attention.

Bob hits his wife (A poem about escalation with two different endings)

When I preform this poem I actually read the first part twice. (once for every ending.)
It is a cautionary tale, about what our choices can lead to.



Bob hits his wife:

she sighs an awkward silence,
he growls a rooted violence.
she throws around her nasty words,
that he pretends he hasn't heard.

option 1
she lashes out in cries and screams,
he presents to her his newfound dreams.
and comforts her in open arm.
inviting, loving and warm.

option 2
she lashes out in cries and screams,
his anger rises to extremes.
he hits her hard upon the head.
she bleeds, she falls....she's dead.

I am music unheard, I am poetry on unseen forums.

I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
I wonder about what music really is.
I hear people talking and machines grinding and just start tripping balls.
I see bright colors running trough my emotions.
I want to preserve this feeling.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

I pretend every day that I feel as good as now.
I feel worthless and neglected at the same time.
I touch the edge of my mind and fear I'll tip over.
I cry when I think of falling down there, I don't want to die like that.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

I understand that my thoughts are never really popular.
I say that I am an artist.
I dream about a bigger audience.
I try to write all of my feelings down.
I hope I can one day shed my fear of dying unheard.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

Mood: Productive
Music: Soundgarden black hole sun.

Scared little boy, scarred man. I am.

I am drowsy yet wide awake.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the new medication I take.
I hear a buzzing in the silence.
I see dancing shadows on the walls.
I want to feel alive again.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.

I pretend that my heart isn't crying for a cigarette.
I feel as if my world is crumbling.
I touch my chest to hear the beating of my heart.
I worry that I might not make it.
I cry because I'll have so little to leave behind.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.

I understand so little of the path in front of me.
I say farewell to the future all to often.
I dream that someday the past will stop haunting me.
I try to move away from all my fears.
I hope to really catch some sleep tonight.
I am drowsy yet wide awake.

System failure/Programming error:

Someone told me this is not my best work, that some lines need improvement. someday.

I agree with them.
But since it has been so long since I've shared any of my work through my blog.
here it is anyway.

System failure/Programming error:

Warning!
Nicotine levels low,
start leaf rolling software.
Execute program, light death sticks.
Cough sequence initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?

Warning!
Caffeine levels low,
start liquid death software.
Execute program, throat lubrication.
Irritable bowel movements initiated.
You are now healthy!
Error?

Warning!
Vitamin levels low.
Counter software not recognized.
No executable programs available.
Rapid decline of body functions.
You are now healthy?
Error! Error! Error!
System failure!
*beeeep!!!*

Heaven/Hell (this is what makes it special)

Here in Heaven and Hell, there is no time or space confined by measurements and rules.
You are surrounded by everything and everyone you ever thought of, well as longs they are dead people.
Which they are, because here there is as much of the future as there is of the past.
You can see your life flash before your eyes and you see the consequences of your choices.
The influence your life has had on others. You can see the outcomes of the ifs and the maybes.
This place is what you want it to be, this place is what you made it to be.
This place doesn't exist.

Ranting about my blue balls

I want to call Latvia and tell them I turned gay.
How do people find love every day.

I watch romantic comedy, they make me sad.
Romance and love is dead.

I surf dating sites and make ton's of new friends.
I can't meet them in real life, then the magic ends.

You have to start feeling real feelings,
have to speak words
with real meanings.

Though creating a profile often makes me sick
I cannot help but come off like a dick.

I say what I currently feel and perhaps sometimes too fast.
I suppose that's my love and it never will last.

My hope lies by a single straw thread.
I guess now its over... I'll consider myself dead.




(Wrote this with the help of Trentsteel, from Vampirefreaks, sorry buddy almost forgot to keep my promise there.)