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Mischief I. Inspiration, The view of the screen is blurred, The scenes blend into one another You take every actor at action, or word The world has taken new meaning with the veil lifted Pages merge as Jack against Tyler The Durden family united by gun smoke But lies you tell yourself They begin to show themselves And your world falls apart You stop seeing you And how everyone else sees you Can’t you see the color fading from the page? The ink wells dry as you turn them The stories you once loved are fading into the whiteness that destroyed you. You are no longer the man you dreamed of being An astronaut, a zoo keeper, psychologist, All faded dreams, from a time when innocence reigned supreme. What will you do with this new profound knowledge? I walked to the same shop as I did everyday Sipped the same coffee Saw the same people, drank the same gin Nothing changed, I was still dreaming. II. Impatience, You walked away years ago, Months, weeks, days, just now But with two thousand years behind me I will find a way to forget you! I would say I’m Sisyphus, But my boulder does not see peaks An endless climb, to the stars Does he know his efforts are fruitless? Because I do Smell-less smoke creeps under my door, I will not wake for it, it is sightless as well But if I do wake it is violent, My juniper friend calms my hand, I know this is wrong, The window needs to be opened. The gas needs to be let out. I thought I cast you from my life But your ******* portrait hangs above the mantel Do I really want to forget you? Or is this the face everyone else wants? I can’t get you to leave me alone, although you’re motionless. You are some one else, I am still right here. III. Unprepared, The news rooms only rehearsed one ending All the papers printed victory for their man, Everyone foresaw this victory. Millions of papers printed, Posters, statues, schools, All made in his mad image. But the papers were burned, Statues torn down, Printers were executed. How dare they IV. Surprise, I see you sitting there with him. At the café sipping tea, or coffee, I don’t remember what you really preferred But I take comfort knowing he doesn’t know at all You’re both laughing and smiling And I’m left breathless, Upset, Frustrated, I know I could do it better But you don’t know You never will. I was just walking to work, And you’ve changed my entire day, V. Greed, Do not be ruled by your possessions If you spend all your time worrying about the bills You’ll forget to use the utilities to live! Try to own as little as possible. It will be easier to move. Try to die in the winter time, Those who have to burry you, Will remember you better. Throw away half of your stuff, Live without electricity or running water, See the world. Try new disgusting looking food. Don’t be afraid of falling, How will you be able to see the bottom? IV. Toska, We have no word for it, My professor warned me about that word. Once you read it, you cannot forget It rings in my ears a thousand times a day. I’m sorry for damning you with it. I meant no mischief by it.
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 5:25 AM UTC
Mischief
Mischief I. Inspiration, The view of the screen is blurred, The scenes blend into one another You take every actor at action, or word The world has taken new meaning with the veil lifted Pages merge as Jack against Tyler The Durden family united by gun smoke But lies you tell yourself They begin to show themselves And your world falls apart You stop seeing you And how everyone else sees you Can’t you see the color fading from the page? The ink wells dry as you turn them The stories you once loved are fading into the whiteness that destroyed you. You are no longer the man you dreamed of being An astronaut, a zoo keeper, psychologist, All faded dreams, from a time when innocence reigned supreme. What will you do with this new profound knowledge? I walked to the same shop as I did everyday Sipped the same coffee Saw the same people, drank the same gin Nothing changed, I was still dreaming. II. Impatience, You walked away years ago, Months, weeks, days, just now But with two thousand years behind me I will find a way to forget you! I would say I’m Sisyphus, But my boulder does not see peaks An endless climb, to the stars Does he know his efforts are fruitless? Because I do Smell-less smoke creeps under my door, I will not wake for it, it is sightless as well But if I do wake it is violent, My juniper friend calms my hand, I know this is wrong, The window needs to be opened. The gas needs to be let out. I thought I cast you from my life But your ******* portrait hangs above the mantel Do I really want to forget you? Or is this the face everyone else wants? I can’t get you to leave me alone, although you’re motionless. You are some one else, I am still right here. III. Unprepared, The news rooms only rehearsed one ending All the papers printed victory for their man, Everyone foresaw this victory. Millions of papers printed, Posters, statues, schools, All made in his mad image. But the papers were burned, Statues torn down, Printers were executed. How dare they IV. Surprise, I see you sitting there with him. At the café sipping tea, or coffee, I don’t remember what you really preferred But I take comfort knowing he doesn’t know at all You’re both laughing and smiling And I’m left breathless, Upset, Frustrated, I know I could do it better But you don’t know You never will. I was just walking to work, And you’ve changed my entire day, V. Greed, Do not be ruled by your possessions If you spend all your time worrying about the bills You’ll forget to use the utilities to live! Try to own as little as possible. It will be easier to move. Try to die in the winter time, Those who have to burry you, Will remember you better. Throw away half of your stuff, Live without electricity or running water, See the world. Try new disgusting looking food. Don’t be afraid of falling, How will you be able to see the bottom? IV. Toska, We have no word for it, My professor warned me about that word. Once you read it, you cannot forget It rings in my ears a thousand times a day. I’m sorry for damning you with it. I meant no mischief by it.
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graham-l-martin
American
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 5:25 AM UTC
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