2002-05-13 | "DON'T CALL IT COMMERCIAL, CALL IT LOGICAL PROGRESSION, BECAUSE EVERYTHING SUCKS"

Now, here's an example of how I've progressed as a writer (hopefully) You can look at the two entries before this, and see how juvenile my writing was, back in like 95, and how it was when I wrote this, back in like 99 or 2000. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, somewhat.

"YELLOW (NO. 5)"

a chair sits on the porch, dirty from the rain

funny how something so cleansing, brings so much pain

takes me back to a feeling so strange

a time when it seemed so natural to change

the first time you picked up a cigarette, it seemed cool

the regret fills your mind, like a terminal flu

there are some things you just do, and you have no clue

but everyone knows what they're supposed to do (and not)

ON NIGHTS LIKE THIS, THE ONLY THING WRONG IS YOU

BUT THE ONLY THING THAT SEEMS RIGHT IS YOU, TOO

BUT I KNOW THAT WHAT FEELS RIGHT CAN BE BAD

AND I KNOW THAT BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU WAS JUST A FAD (but i still feel mad, becaus i know i've been had)

despair sits on the porch with the chair

misery and suffering fill the dead air

a slight mist falls, overpowered by a stare

of a dark deadly sky, that doesn't give a care

the first time i saw you, it seemed like a dream

but dreams are never quite as real as they seem

sometimes i see you, but you appear like steam

but everyone knows you're a pain in the inseam (killing my dreams)

(chorus)

if your goal in life was to kill mine

you succeeded, so now it's time to rewind

and find out if it was really a waste of time

or just mine

or if i fucked up your mind, too

i'll just have to find you

i'll have to remind you

before your selfish eyes continue to blind you

you need to break the ties that bind you

eat some mind food, and leave the past behind you

- premature ejaculation | tantra +