Sympathetic - Seether

As you can see, this isn't an original by me. These are song lyrics from a band called Seether, it's actually a song I don't particularily enjoy that much, in my opinion it doesn't match the rest of the album and is a bit of a let down. That's all beside the point because I actually enjoy the lyrics and the meaning behind them and that's why I'm posting them here.

The story behind the lyrics goes that when Shaun (Morgan; front man) was a child his dad would take him to the cemetary. Everytime Shaun went to the cemetary he would see all these tombstones and grave markers of people that all that's left of their legacy now is a name and date on a piece of stone. It's this knowledge and constant reminder that led him - and dare I say most, if not all, artists - to follow this drive to create lasting impressions on this world, just so they have something that can and will live on past us. That's why I created this blog and that's why I've decided to be a musician, poet, and aspiring novelist (more on that later). These lyrics should speak to everyone and hopefully light a fire to do something that will reach on past the grave and touch and help people till the end of time.


And my words will be here when I’m gone
As I’m fading away against the wind
And the words you left me linger on
As I’m failing again now, never to change this

And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam

And it seems I’m alone here, hollow again
As I’m flailing again against the wind
And the scars I am left with swallow again
As I’m failing again now, never to change this

And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam
And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam

The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober,
but I can’t seem to make it go away
The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober
(I can’t make it go away. I can’t make it go away)

And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam
And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam
And I’m falling, falling, falling,
falling, falling, falling, falling
Apart again at the seam.

Sick Day

(This one is a little more on the lighter side, I wrote a few of the lines and it just flowed out. The style isn't what I would usually do, but I'm really happy with how this one has turned out. So please enjoy)

Lay me down I need to sleep,
I am so tired I'm feeling beat,
Yet my day's work is not yet done,
My entire body is feeling numb.
Clock out early, who gives a fuck?
Either way tomorrow's gonna suck.
Driving home I buy some beer,
Now it's time to make them disappear.
Turn on the TV and pass right out,
This day is over, have no doubt.

It feels like hours till I must arise,
But the goddamn sun is in my eyes.
Sometime during my peaceful sleep,
I suppose my alarm must have beeped.
Ah hell, fuck that noise and fuck that shit,
If I could I'd fucking quit.
Close my eyes and slip back in,
After all, it's no mortal sin.
I'm taking this day back for me,
Just wish I didn't have to pee.

Thoughts - Adrienne Allmen

My thoughts are scattered across the world
To the horizon and back again
My love is bursting me down the side
Splitting me in half, my body opened wide

My memories go from gold to black
My heart from this to that
My conscious is both good and ill
The way in which I see myself if awfully pain-filled

Distorted and grotesque
The thumping of my breast
Cased within is my heart d’eased
Ripped open wide for all to see

The gremlin and the scoundrel work
Together plotting and planning this book
In which my life goes merely array
While the subfusc of litter and rain decay

My soul which has been so plum
So full of joy during my short run
But the last that’s on my super tray
Is a morsel more of hearty dismay

The beggar and the user quarrel for their rights
While dining under the alley ways’ light
For this is the state of the world that was once fair?
Once blossoming with beauty love and care?

I see now the torment the horror and the lies
I see the world diminishing with all the incestuous flies
I see the earth on which there was new growth
Now a colossal sphere of worms decidedly gross

Wriggling and waning, dividing and invading each others nest of dirt
This life they’re captive of; reincarnations of the goodness they weren’t

To have faith is to dream To be hopeful is a blunder
Do I stand patiently in this pouring rain and just wait for my thunder?
I wonder
If this is the route that sows my seeds
Gives me the grace I need
The path that will eventually lead
To a blessing in disguise
A present for this ride
That I have endured
Will I be cured?
From the pangs I take with me everywhere
From the rain clouds that shower on my every care?
Will I get there?

By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/

Two Worlds

Caught between these two worlds,
Sentenced for life to live in both.
Happiness, joy, content, and bliss await the first,
While anger, bitterness, contempt, and rage shroud the second.
Once set forth on this path,
There is no turning back,
Ever onward toward the all consuming black,
What small glimpses caught of the world of joy,
Growing smaller in the mirror devoid,
Only remind of a world now dead,
Small joy is brought by that fleeting sight,
Ever less as it shrinks behind,
Till the end of days,
All will be filled with hate.

Update

As some of you may know I have decided to start writing a novel. I don't want to disclose too much about the details of the book because that would defeat the purpose of reading it...and I also don't exactly know all the details of it. I will be starting another blog that is dedicated to that project where I will post completed portions for critiquing and suggestions. When I start posting on that blog I`ll update again here letting you know and provide a link and the URL.

Writing a novel has been something I`ve wanted to do for at least 10 years, most likely more. Every time I tried it when I was younger it would just be a rushed short story with not much to it. Since then I have been reading a lot of other books and feel I have a better grasp of writing and have actually started writing the prologue to the story. So I`ll keep you up to date on that and once that blog goes live with material I'll be advertising it to death.

For the second half of the update I would like to inform you that starting next Thursday I will begin to post poems by Adrienne Smith from New Classic Beauty every second week. She's a very talented poet, actress, model, artist, all around a very talented person when it comes to the arts. I'm really looking forward to it. Just a reminder that I am still looking for additional writers to contribute to this blog with their own original works. If you want to post something other than poetry we can figure something out.

Open Windows - Jillian Colleen

(This is a poem that was written for me by an aquaintance. The authors name is Jillian Colleen, and since she wrote it I have lost contact with her. So unfortunately I cannot obtain written permission or even give her proper credit. If someone knows her please let me know so I can give her proper acknowledgement on here. One last thing, I have posted this as near as un-edited as I could. I only placed each line on separate lines and added capitals. Other than that everything else is original. Please enjoy.)

The record player skips

Redundant repetition – 

Cruel words and slamming doors

He doesn’t want her to leave

She will not beg him to stay

Stolen kisses turned to time wasted

As he wipes away her tears

Rain splashes on the pavement

Another ‘goodbye’, keys left in the lock

Empty closets

Returned mail

Nothing left to mourn

New neighborhood; new life

In a coffee shop he sips hot brew

Pencil in hand; foot tapping out the beat 

1 and 2 and 3 and...

‘Bloody hell’

‘Excuse me’

Hot coffee and shy eyes interrupt his memories

She collects her wit; ‘sorry - that’ll leave a mark’

He loses his; ‘it already has’ 

So it begins

Earthquake in Japan

There has been a lot of talk about the earthquake that devastated Japan. I have not been wanting to comment on it because although I feel horrible about what happened and I am saddened for all that everyone has had to go through since the earthquake, I felt that anything I would say would be useless and just overlooked.

This has been going through my head ever since, until I got an email from my boss with a link to ABC News with aerial before and after pictures of areas effected by the earthquake. In some, entire landscapes are changed, in others, entire villages are wiped out. (If going to the link above on the photos move your cursor from right to left to see the picture change from before to after). I spent a good half-hour looking at these pictures and looking at the changes and thinking of how that changed the people. How did they deal with that? How prepared were they?

This kind of thing TERRIFIES me! Why? Why wouldn't it? I live in Vancouver, we're expected to either have our own earthquake or share in on the predicted 9.0 earthquake slated to hit California and it's supposed to hit anytime between right now to as far as 200 years from now. Not to mention what could happen if they don't prepare our structures and infrastructures to withstand a quake in time.

All this combined with the pictures of Japan made me think, "How am I going to deal with this? Am I prepared? How would that change ME? Even more so, forget me, what about me family, friends, or even my dog? So take this as a time to step back as a reminder to be prepared for this yourself, have a plan for you and your friends and family so you can all contact each other or meet up so you don't have to go days or weeks wondering what's happened to them.

Look at those pictures and think of that as your hometown, put yourself in their position. After all, you never know when you will be.

The Misanthrope

Battle hardened before first fight,
Because all was lost within your sight.
Ripped and torn by all around,
While you watched feebly alone.
Bitter and sour through and through,
You raise up arms against the throne.

Now comes the time to make it right,
Here's your chance, but you walk on past.
Beaten before they make the wall,
You sulk on back to your crumbling hall.
Calls of protest,
Voice of reason,
All question,
Your lack of treason.

"My life and love,
And love of life have been taken,
This is true.
But it's not within my heart to run them through.
Instead I'll let the powers rain down hell,
And give those Bastards their just dues."
So a Misanthrope becomes of you.

As you sit back and enjoy their coming doom,
Laugh and hate is all you do.
They seek your sympathy for their plight,
A call for which they have no right.
No questioning eyes fall on you,
For you played no hand in their fall.
Just see your vengenance,
Fuck them all.

As the ones above rain down hell,
All will be lost within their sight.
Ripped and torn by those with might,
They will watch, filled with fright.
As events set askew are set to right,
While the fires are burning ever bright.

As they enter their eternal night,
Those once so strong sulk away,
As sweet justice sings the ringing bell.

Inner Demons

Deep within these blood-shot eyes,
Is a world you can't surmise.
Wrought with hatred,
Filled with grief,
Unchecked malice fill this savage place.
All who enter are so loathed,
Trying to find shelter when they have no home.
Only those who embrace the clod hard stone,
Have the courage to tame the beast,
For they've entered a world they know,
Oh so well.
They leave congruent footprints in the mud,
And lead each other to this world,
Where they share all the same common chords.
They become a part of this world,
Using it to protect their souls.

Slowly,
One-by-one,
They will find their home,
In this hell,
In this cold and hard,
Dark and lonely,
Savage place.

Voices

Everytime I look at you,
I see what I won't do,
It's just another fallacy,
You're mindless salvation.

Killing things inside of me,
I can see it's imaginary,
A futile attempt,
In the wrong direction.

So now won't you listen to me,
I promise it's incendiary,
You don't control me,
I am the one with a voice.

Beating down on you,
Is the one truth,
For we are the people,
Standing up to you.

Now hear us,
Now fear us,
For this is intended for you.

We're fucking sick of this,
We don't give a shit,
For what the fuck happens to you.

(edit: at this point in time I don't feel this one is complete so there is a good chance I'll be coming back to this one to add on to and make some changes. I'll let you know if and when I do)

Neverending

This everlasting pain in me,
It's nothing real, my life it steals.
Over and over I search my head,
Just to have it visit again.
These drugs and pills may numb my mind,
But it's never enough to kill it dead.
If this is the story of my life,
I'll end it now,
To end this strife.

My Gift to Me

Here I sit broken hearted and shattered bone,
Forever lost within this endless tome.
My hopes and dreams are out of place,
To drift between this scattered space.
My heart and soul forever lost in this hell,
It gives me forever torment from this spell.
I smoke this cigarette so it burns,
It breeds its death inside of me.
I give life to what's not right,
Its one and only gift to me.

Simple Little Polished Life

Shallow graves line these empty streets,
Simply because their hearts don't beat.
The living no longer walk this way,
For when they do their lives are judged.
Deepest secrets revealed in full,
No longer can you hide behind your polished looks.
So come near me and lay back down,
For this final hole is for the last ones found.
There is no hope, you threw it away,
Simply because you chose...
Chose to fuck,
Fuck the rules,
Fuck the laws,
Fuck all others in your path.
Because your heart's as cold as stone,
You don't care for others as they care for you.
Mow them down, your path is true,
Until your path comes full circle through,
And your cold heart,
Can't beat to life,
Your simple little,
Polished Life.