Me, This is

By Kester Henrick

I've come to the conclusion that..

..it's not the substance but the addiction that will kill me in the end..

No matter who or what it is, and there's nothing I can do about any of it at the moment. So I just do what is required of me, day in and day out, without realizing until now that there's no origionality behind any of my addictions, so I must be a very boring person.

S.O.S.

I feel, sometimes, like there's something out there in the world that needs to be done and only I can do it. I just don't know what it is yet. And instead of trying to pursue it, I just fall back on either what is expected of me or what seems to be the easiest and most consistant with my everyday life.

I need a lot of help.

Diamonds are For(ever)

by Surreal as Sunlight

He slipped the diamond ring on your fingers
but it didn't fit
He assumed it was just because he picked the wrong ring
but you've kept him oblivious for too long

I came back from miles of travel
and you couldn't wait to
slip your lips onto mine
we never resisted the ultimate temptation

but you never told him

Since then I thought maybe
just maybe you were my friend
but only when you need somone to talk to
about the guys that aren't him

And now, you've told them all it's blackmail
that I forced you into it
Even after your slipped your own lips

All I ever did was love you back
when you could love
And help you out
when you needed to fill the void

And now we're both back here
you chose to stick with diamonds and sex
rather than your friends
rather than the rest

Lucky you, I've had loose lips
everyone knows now
It's just a matter of time

And I'm not afraid of the father
who beats his kids
He is just looking to make himself feel better
But sadly, he produces a tragedy
girls who get beat
love to get beat all night
sex sex sex

I regret it ever happening.

some new stuff

by amy


I am filled with tight twisted coils of
Lace and those red poppies from
The Wizard of Oz that made people give into
Sleep in a field
With their baskets of counterfeit
Beauty
With their loads of impressive
Floral arrangements to present to the king
And his jealous queen
I’m the one the old folks measure in width of the chest, speed of pumped beating
My heart breathes through hash
I wade through horses trampling
Fireflies at night, some don’t know
Their own strength




White towels in the bathroom
Suffocate from expelled acid
From the man’s twisted-round fingers on the faucet’s blade
To cut the water
That washes her face in the mornings before noon
When she knows she won’t be captive
To a writhing reflection