Thursday, December 11, 2008

Emo Sacrifice

I am emo.
Living through emotions cut short.
I sacrificed happiness for you to enjoy me.

Emo rock.

But I will sacrifice you.

For my happiness.

If you are unhappy.


Anger is merely a vision of the weak.
You get angry, you get strong.
When the sudden burst of anger subsides,
You are weak.

Anger is merely a vision of the weak.

You can't be angry for seven days without sleeping.



Friday, December 5, 2008

Where'd You Go?

I looked out the back of my station wagon
As she waved at me
Bidding me farewell
I think she knows I'm coming back
I know she doesn't know when.

My departure has nothing to do with how much I love her.
I need to figure out where I'm going.

If I was the driver, I'd know.

Fate got his license before me.


I think that's because Fate has a mind of his own.

Or is Fate really a woman? A butch dyke to be exact.

No love for her own kind makes her be the gender she can't stand the most...

He/She/Fate hits the breaks.

Hops out.

Opens the back door to which I'm leaning on.

I fall out.

Fate looks down at me and says...

"You think you can drive like me?"

Tosses the keys at my chest.

"Go ahead then! Drive! I'll be the passenger."

His/Her/Fate's abrasiveness is simply His/Her/Fate's inability to show true emotion.

As it so turns out, Fate was my passenger all along.

What a bitch...



Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Clean Up On Isle 6

Big mess
In stress
This lets
Kids get
This mess?

Aren't we all related?

Why hurt the future?

How hurt the future?

When the future feels neglected.




Housing developments for the destined to be arrested

Let's get


Jermaine Jackson

Remain with your passion

Your name is your reaction

You're parents don't own you

They spawned you

You made yourself

So make yourself

Stop cry/dy/ly/trying

Just be
And do

Smoke do be
Get high from inspiration
And then come down from your high horse

And clean up the mess on isle 6

The canfood section

You can digest food for thought.
Or just waste it.
And make a mess...

Friday, September 5, 2008

When Sly Calls

As I walk through the city
Michael Franks' "Best Of" album in my cPod
I can't help but feel the pedestrians
Are watching me
Telepathically disrupting my public meditation
I wish for peace
But I hear them all
The secrets, the pain, the envy
They secretly pain to gain what they envy about me
I don't want to give them power
I simply want them to understand mine
Because no one is more powerful than me
Except that damn phone
They bother me on

"When Sly calls, the prophet speaks"

"Don't touch that phone..." God whispers to the passersby
They disobey
Or am I disobeying them?

How hard is it to get a cab downtown?
Am I that dark?
Or am I that dark?
Do they fear the black I am?
Or the does the black in them fear the light I bring?

I can't help but ponder such ludicrous things.

"Hello, Michael? It's Sly..."

Too bad I'm just...


Friday, August 29, 2008


Down go the friends in the pit of forever.
Up goes the frowns of the unhappy.
Down go the egos of the rich.
Up go the pockets of the poor.

Robin Hood.
How long can the poor stay rich before they become the rich?

Should they be punished?

Is wealth a disease?

Down are the riders.
Up are the liars.

In Heaven.

Because God watches them.



To the man who looks up.

From the down.


Sunday, August 24, 2008

Bleeding wrists, seething fists.

sometimes i do things to hurt myself
only to appreciate my life more
and to love the fact that hate thrives on appreciation
i get scared
so i lash out
and doubt
and get stronger
i need you
to believe in me
help me
believe in myself
help me fight
help me live
the darkness in which i was born in does not consume me
so don't let it confuse you
i don't let it consume me
but let it consume you
and you too
and see
i am not the one
you should be
i'm the one you should believe
the sun is under me

Hyper Sonic

in the shadows


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Fighter Fire Flies

Kiss my ass.
I'm shining
See the light?

(chill that's enough poem right there... bout to write another...)

Sinner's Dinner

A knife to one's wrist give you your desert.
Blood red artichokes.
Forgive me for feeding you.
Feeding you sin.
Feeding you, sin.
So who's the sinner?
The loser or the winner?
Who lost?
Depends on who's wrist was cut.

Feast up.

To live or die is only one decision of many that life has to offer.
Decide on your choices...


Monday, July 21, 2008





Perfect life. Perfect wife. Perfect night.
I hope these moments last forever. If not, it was nice to know y'all...


Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Valentine's Day Suicide

I hope you're boyfriend enjoys my future.
He kisses it.
He caresses it.
He tries to ignore it... when he smells your breath.
My future isn't the sperm cells you've swallowed.
It's the lies you're about to tell him.
Tell him he's the only one.
Tell him you're not infatuated with me.
Tell him it was just once.
I'll confront him.
My day is his day.
Which is why my day is die day.
I no longer exsist to you.
I am no longer your friend.
I am the lover you sought refuge in one too many times.
One, two, many times.
I am not human.
I am a day.
The lucky number.
You're lucky a day can't verbalize anything.
Which is why you use me to verbalize your feelings.
Even if its for ...
A day.

The days leading to are like the days after... no matter what, it's the future.
So just let me die.

Valentine's Day, signing out...


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

The Removal of Pictures

So go ahead then.
Be bad.
Be like the others.
May humanity cast the spell of everything evil unto your soul.
I'm wrong.
But you're the crucifix of which I died on.
That's why I was put up there in the first place.
As you pray to Him, see me.
And if you're f*cking mood swings like the pendelum
May the cable break.

I just want you happy.

You can't be happy.

You like worry.

So die.
And afraid.

When you return from heaven, it will be all smiles.
Because you will have died the death of a thousand others who wish they were you.

I only wrote this because I've never loved like this before.
If anything, I want to scare you into being perfect.

There is no one after you.
If there is an after you.
Just lonliness.
Potentially suicide.

Depends on when they put my album out.


Saturday, June 28, 2008


Is this all I see?
Does it even make sense to acknowledge what I see?
Am I dead, walkin among the living?
Bruce Willis. 6th Sense.
1-) Eye contact
2-) Body language
3 through 6-) Awareness

And to think, I'm worried about what to wear...

"I know you like my style..."
-50 Cent, "I Know You Like My Style"

My mind is self-explanitory. Not yours.


Friday, June 27, 2008

Complexity of Media-croty

I spent my lifetime finding myself.
After a night on Google, I got the e-piff-and-E of a lifetime.
It is better to be me than you.
You are not me.
Why make things so complex?
What do I have to look like for you to love me?
I hate knowing you hate growing.
Grow to love me for who I once hated.
Me as an individual, I hate crying.
But I cry out of pity for humanity.

Because it can all end.

And the face you try to change,
Will be the face you beg for mercy.

Look into my eyes as I nonchalantly deny fury.
To keep me sane.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Though nothing can anger me, everything can dishearten me.
Sensitive, perhaps.
But only because the reciprocal is an evil unforseen by even the most brilliant of prophets.



Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Scorpions Among Us


Astrologers broadly agree that the following are the characteristics of Scorpio:

  • Determined / tenacious / persevering [5][3]
  • Deeply resentful / brooding / potentially destructive [3][6]

Scorpio is the Zodiac sign that indicates the deepest interest in sexual matters, and for most Scorpios, sex is an expression of love. [8]

And the stone of a scorpion is, of course, chrysoberyl...

Don't let me creep you out.



She is the stone of my being.
All things surreal are so real when she smiles.
She doesn't even realize her power.
That's why she's so powerful.
She's not afraid of doing the things that would get her ridiculed by her female peers.
Because they are not in her position.
She holds the fate of the world in her hands.
Because she holds my hand.
I can live without her.
But can you live with me living without her?

Most don't understand our love.
They think it is puppy.
Well, puppies are more pure than humans.
So allow us to be puppies.
She's the bark to the trees cut to write the songs you enjoy.
She's my return from oblivion.


"The meaning of the name Simone is To Be Heard"



So I reach out and touch faith.
That's what you taught me.
As you abused me.
And showed me how my weakness was your entrance.
I was your puppet.
The lover you created, only to show hatred.
You couldn't have the man of your dreams;
So you invented him.
I'm not upset.
I thank you.
I haven't drank enough water to cry tears at your demise.
I will miss you.
Ms. You

"You never was a crack fiend, mama;
That doesn't make you a black queen, mama..."

I've been afflicted with wack dreams, mama.

You cut me deep.
And that bleeds.


Thank you for not supporting my destiny.
It helps to know my biggest supporter

Was my only detractor.

Sorry I couldn't stay on Mother's Day.


Shadow's creed... written by Crush 40

Can you see all of me?
Walk into my mysteries?
Step inside and hold on for delight,
Do you remember me?
Capture you or set you free?
I am all, I am all of me!

(Here we go...)

I see and feel the evil,
my hands will crush 'em all,
you think you have the answer,
while I laugh and watch ya' fall!

Black hearted evil,
brave hearted hero,
I am all, I am all I am

(I, I, I)

I am!

Here we go buddy, here we go buddy, here we go, here we go buddy,
here we go!

Go ahead and try to see through me,
do it if you care,
one step forward,
two steps back,
I'm gonna step forward,
(Two steps back)

Do it, do it, do it, do it!

Can you see all of me?
Walk into my mysteries?
Step inside and hold on for delight,
Do you remember me?
Capture you or set you free?
I am all, I am all of me!

(Here we go...)

I am, I am everyone, everywhere, anyhow, anyway, anywhere, any

I am, I am, I am!

I am!

Do it, do it, do it, do it!

Can you see all of me?
Walk into my mysteries?
Step inside and hold on for delight,
Do you remember me?
Capture you or set you free?
I am all, I am all of me!

(Here we go, here go, here we go...)

I am, I am all of me...


Hi... I am Shadow...

Please don't fear me. I just need to be understood. Perhaps my poetry can bring insight into my midnight... enjoy...