I'll Meet You At The Cemetary Gates...Keats And Yeats Are On Your Side

Dude i can play LoveCats nerrrrrr! BA DA BOOM!

Man i love playing bass *sighs and strokes "Sid"* its so very special.id die without it! talkin to georgia right now, shes such a rad kid, usually i hate people related to me but she aint bad lol. Chris didnt call cause his parents are being nazis like mine, mums watching The Aviator and i think she caught dads flu, which means im gonna get it my family being the loving sharing people that they are! Man i hope Georhie may cheers up its so damn hard, hope things work out for her...CHRIS WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! *cries* this sucks im banned off the phone for 3 months cause i blew $400 worth o phone calls on Chris lol, sucks for all parties involved! DAMMIT!.......i got an idea..........poetry time!!!!!!!!!

Insomnia

The static fills your mind
like the crackling of old vinyl
As the white-wash glow of the sun folds over concrete, chrome and the teaming masses.
It's like the plague
Seeping slowly into every gap, shadow, strangling the senses
An unrelenting mental assault
The noise.
It tears through your body's tired frame
Paranoia's spiteful claws settle slowly into the top of your spine.
The clock, its face full of malice
Is nowhere to be seen
But you always hear its monotonous drone.
Each whispered second is like a needle
Stitching its presence into your brain
In an overwhelmingly painful yet comforting rhythm.
The faceless swarm darts all around oblivious to your current predicament.
Laughter, shouts, engines, bird cries
foot falls on the ever-stretching mass of grey
Grate away at what you feel is a mere shadow of your soul's vehicle.
You try in vain to feel something other than exhaustion
Threatening to overthrow your empty shell
But you can't remember how.
Perhaps tonight
the suffocating endless vacuum will cease to be.


The silence is deafening
You move through it without motion
Constantly searching for even a pinprick of sound.
Rafters creak, you remember to breathe as the sound waves wash over you
And for a fleeting second your invisible confines lift
Then the vice in your chest tightens as it sets in again.
The mute and motionless atmosphere
Hangs around you like a noxious cloud
The stagnant reek of nothingness that you know so well.
You have grown to resent this place you made your own, too
Everything in it a nasty reminder of things now foreign
As cold and detached as the streets surrounding.
Tick..tock..tick.........tock
Blind panic seizes you
as the chilling noise echoes the promise of drowning.
The box of dead,cracked,numbered faces stare at you from their dark corner.
Within seconds you find yourself in the bedroom
A whisper of possible nostalgia tickles your mind
As you stare at the bed's dusty sheets, untouched for aeons.
The tiny handless face beside it stares back lifelessly
Or so any other would think
You know better.
The springs creak under your weight
and the cold sheets bind your lead filled limbs.


Like Poison on wings it comes to you at night
Whilst hanging over the crevasse of a feverish limbo
Scouring the depths of your core till you feel it breaking.
Voids filled by the shattering of remembered things now lost
Unto the gaping black hole where that piece of you
Has for the umpteenth time slipped into oblivion.
The clock you watch stares back vacant and mocking
like staring into some grotesque mirror under murky waters
The hands snapped off long ago, you can still hear their whispers under glass.
What foul twist of fate brings us here?
The emotional purgatory of the vacant and idle mind?
Where the old grain of truth "tis the devil's playground" rings in one's ears.
The black, torn ribbons of midnight flutter cruelly at the window
Knowing you are an eternity away, still wont relent
Eyes close. you stay still.
As with every other countless time the familiar placebo seems fruitless.
Stay still long enough, the void frays at its black ever present seams
folding over within itself like an old beggar
All your nerve endings alive and burning with silent relief as it withers away.
You hear the sea and the endless stretch of darkened sand being dragged out
So long you have strayed from it, it seems almost foreign
Inhale.
tick-tock
tick.....tock
Exhale.
Sleep.

yeah stick that in your pipe im outta here lol
Laters, Em

posted by Emmy Fay @ Friday, March 11, 2005