|Rising of a polished ghost.|
SystemSchemes so artfully woven,System by deebeewhy
We can’t see past the slogan.
Distracted by small explosions,
We can’t see past the commotion.
Drench our palette like ambrosian,
Thoughts move in such slow motion.
Sweetie, you better kill that notion
Cuz you’re a small fish in a big ocean.
No room to fail, stakes too high.
Death to any and all who defy.
So be a good girl and wait in line,
The doctor will gladly re-up your supply.
This construct in which we abide,
Stars and stripes and the fourth of July,
Business suits and over-priced ties.
In this we must believe to stay alive.
The secret of the kings:
Keep us distracted with shiny things.
Gucci glasses and diamond rings,
Monthly quotas, fiscal earnings.
Just relax as they affix the strings.
No pain but a few light stings.
Such blissful ignorance this all brings,
Now my heart no longer sings.
But don’t let that story hit the press,
Some problems we just can’t address.
Under the dollar bill we are blessed.
The Miracle That Never EndedI saw a ghost today. June 16th 2324; three hundred years after that very day, I saw her ghost. A real, living specter. She drifted through the market unaware of my presence, shoulders slumped, reluctant to get sustenance to fuel her miserable existence. Yes, she still walks the earth, even to this day. I can still see the remnants of her beauty. Those days we had spent together, phantoms that linger and torture me. Torture us. What is left after she’s been destroyed? Without the threat of death, what’s the reason to live? What’s my reason to live? An empty eternity alone to contemplate my mistake; I can never recover. This miracle will never end.The Miracle That Never Ended by deebeewhy
This is my story. Maybe someone will read this and learn from my awful mistakes before it is too late.
Modern science had come a long way by then, it still amazes me. The miracle pill: yes, I’m sure you’ve heard of it promising you all sorts of good things in all of its wonderful FDA-violating forms. A pill to giv
Advice of the StarsInhale.Advice of the Stars by deebeewhy
Fill my nostrils with the clouds.
Five thousand miles above the earth,
I take a bite out of the sun
And savour the burn.
The stars are suddenly within reach.
They give me advice from distant galaxies:
"Beautiful dreamer, miss astronaut,
You're nothing more than a lonely psychonaut.
Back on earth where everything is bought and sold,
What is it you truly want before you grow old?"
Prepare for re-entry.
Current Residence: the milky way
Favourite genre of music: alt. metal, ska, 80's, industrial, electronic, rock.
Favourite photographer: someone somewhere.
Favourite style of art: comic illustration and watercolors.
Operating System: respiratory system, skeletal system, digestive system, nervous system, etc...
MP3 player of choice: anything but iPod
Shell of choice: stuffed, i'm a hungry girl
Wallpaper of choice: something cool
Skin of choice: skinned please.
Favourite cartoon character: venom, tigra, soundwave, spiderman, angemon, sokka, princess bubblegum and marceline.
Personal Quote: i'm gonna f-ck you in the ass with a rake.