Purity
The purity of love
The purity of life
The purity of the sharpest
edge of the knife
The purity of bliss
The purity of death
The purity of taking
that final breath
The purity of hate
The purity of tears
The purity of change
throughout the years
The purity of dark
The purity of light
The purity of doing
what feels right
The purity of love
The purity of hate
The purity of doing
what feels great
The purity of white
The purity of black
The purity of not
going back
When you start
from your heart
and your mind
to discover what you set out to find-
Purity
Down
Carry me through the sky in a casket
You can see all my hair there in a basket
Like apples, eat it, before its gone
Down is up, down is right, down is wrong
Sick
I feel sick all the time
Feeling sick, feeling fine
I get sick in the body
I get sick in the mind
Do you know how it feels
To be sick with disease?
Its the best kind of feeling-
so far down in ease.
The worlds so sad
The worlds so unsure
Being sick is
The only thing thats pure
Desire
I want to go where I can't go
I want to know what I don't know
I want to see what I can't see
I want to be who I will be
When I'm coming down
Walking down the street
The one I walk on everyday
Paved over with defeat
I feel desire to get higher
I want to do what I haven't done
I want to win what I haven't won
I want to find new things to feel
I want to know my life is real
When I close my eyes
And see who i will be
And then open my eyes
and see that I'm still me
I feel desire to get higher
Place I Go
There is a place I go
A place thats only mine
This place only I know
A place you'll never find
A place of sorrows sung
A place of memory
A place that holds me back
and then it sets me free
You can look on my face
But you won't find it there
For this is a place
of which only I am aware
I can't tell where it is
For you will never see
This is a place that is
only open to me
The Lonely Clown
This nose fits me like my life to shit
Don't bother laughing, I'm used to it
These shoes are big but I don't fit
Don't get paid enough, don't get laid enough
I'm the Lonely Clown
These kids all laugh and squeeze me
But when will someone please me?
These people are nice, make me feel dumb
These kids like cake and I'm only a crumb
I'm the Lonely Clown
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