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“JIM CARREY: THE MEANING”
"...Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you. How do I know this? I don’t, but I’m
making sound and that’s the important thing. That’s what I’m here to do.
Sometimes I think, that’s the only thing that is important, you know. It’s just letting each other
know that we’re here, reminding each other that we’re part of a larger self.
I used to think that Jim Carrey was all that I was, just a flickering light, a dancing shadow.
The great nothing masquerading as something you can name, seeking shelter in caves and
foxholes dug out hastily.
An archer searching for his target in the mirror, wounded only by my own arrows, begging to be
enslaved, pleading for my chains, blinded by longing and tripping over paradise.
You didn’t think I could be serious, did ya? I don’t think you understand who you’re dealing with.
I have no limits. I cannot be contained because I’m the container. You can’t contain the container, man. You can’t contain the container."
Salt
In a life before this one
We made love with the symptoms
Of longings to return one day
The hearts we fought hard for
Are now so far from shore
What's left is legend and dreams
Your heart, it went rogue
A violent storm was in your soul
Your love, capsized my world
The answers that you seek
Like treasure that's lost deep
Will you trade your life to know
Strangled in the seaweed
Was the love that was promised me
How long ago had it died
By the light of the house
Each time it swung around
It revealed your body in time
I waited like a widow
Walking the seafoam
With faith your body'd be dry
On the waves, just your toes touched
Walking like Jesus
With faith I'd be waiting for you
When the gale had stop blowing
I was left with a knowing
Our love was lost to your sea
Anxiety
Invisible to the world.
Raging fire in the heart.
"You're acting weird, why can't I touch you?"
Lighting surges through the body at the gentle glaze of fingers.
Laughter= judgement
Tears. Without water.
Life. Without breathing (or the inability to grasp reality through rushed inhalation)
Numbness. Blood peering from behind fingernails pierced into skin seeking to dominate the body, yet failing to tame the mind in the process.
Lack of Control.
Shaking.
Hot flashes.
Cold flashes.
Shivering.
A scene.
"You want attention"
Worthlessness.
Inferiority.
Weakness.
Self-doubt.
Self-hatred.
Self.
You.
Should.
Suicide?
Yes.
Recovery.
"Fine"
Help...
denial
she can't sleep because it hurts
but her daddy taught her never to cry
when it's gonna be a waste of tears
so she tries to swallow those tears
but it doesn't work.
he punched her
but it was an accident
and she believed that
and it wasn't a big deal
just some smeared lipstick and a black eye.
she won't tell anybody
because she's a giver of second chances
but to others they call that afraid
and she's not afraid
just tired and sleepy and hurting.
so she kisses him on the cheek,
whispers sorry for all the things he's done
and promises to get home early,
'incase she's hurt again'
as if he wasn't the one who hurt her in the first place.
“IN THE TRENCHES”
In the trenches lies our feet,
As we storm through every front.
Our rifles aligned, front and center,
There goes another loud, howelling scream!
In the trenches we must dig
With our shovels day and night,
To ensure the survival of all
From the divisions of our enemies!
In the trenches, one by one
Are charging like dogs without chains.
Let's not afford to lose faith
As our will may carry on!
In the trenches we're experiencing blood,
As one after another continuesly fall.
Time will tell us to halt,
After all are buried and done!
hell calls hell
there is
symbolism
in death.
there
is meaning
lying in the
grave, there
is meaning
when
Hamlet
contemplates
suicide
and when the
poison finally
eats away
at his skin.
the heart is
weak when
no one
feeds it.
the earth still
disintegrates
when no
one is alive to
burn it.
nooses swing
wildly when
they hold no
one.
i used to
think the
blood on my
hands meant
something,
but now the
morgues are
alive with
screams and
there is
nowhere to run.
a face caked
with shreds of
skin will only
get you the
twenty-seven
miles to the next
town.
there is no
pain like the
obvious, there
is no peace
like your cold
hand in mine.
just another
name, just
another chore
to cross off
the list. blood
only stains if
you let it sit.
guilt only
suffocates
when youre
already soaked in
kerosene.
Let Us Pray
Let us go to the temple.
Hold our crosses,
Kiss our hands,
The price of our sins
Paid for in blood.
I shall be a vagabond on earth,
and everyone that findeth me shall slay me.
Blood of the vengeance,
The sweat and the spunk
I can smell it.
The things we've done
The bills we have to pay
Why go to hell!
When the Devils are here to play.