Beat me.
Hit me.
Show me how
pretty I can be.
Shout at me.
Tell me true.
Am I really
worthy of you.
Touch me.
Rape me.
Show me just
what I'm worth.
Get drunk.
Get high.
Get to slap me
around on the fly.
On the floor.
I cannot lie.
On the floor.
I sleep so perfect.
My porcelain skin,
it won't crack today.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Saturday, 29 May 2010
Nothing, as the same. - 29th May 2010 (The Wombats-Moving to New York)
I've just had the craziest of nights,
It took me all around this place.
With nothing the same,
Yet every step taken.
How do you find yourself asleep,
With the world out there buzzin'.
So I decided to run this place
cus I've got problems with myself.
Problems with myself.
We'll take this place.
We take every moment.
And I'll catch you in my camera.
---
Take you away with me.
Me away from you.
Yeah, we'll run this place together.
So, I've just got off the phone,
and he told me not to worry.
He told me it'd all be ok.
Yet every step I take
Every second I am
Just feels the same as before.
So I'm leaving this place,
Leaving you all alone.
I'm going to run this life myself.
So lets take this place.
Lets take every minute.
Capture it all in your pictures.
---
I'll take it all with me.
Run your world from afar.
Yeah, why can't we just escape.
The craziest of nights,
Walking all around this place.
Yet nothing's the same.
I don't know why I walked and I ran
this maze you made for us.
With the world outside still buzzin'.
I find myself still runnin',
This damn maze you've made.
This maze you made for us.
Just now I'm by myself.
It took me all around this place.
With nothing the same,
Yet every step taken.
How do you find yourself asleep,
With the world out there buzzin'.
So I decided to run this place
cus I've got problems with myself.
Problems with myself.
We'll take this place.
We take every moment.
And I'll catch you in my camera.
---
Take you away with me.
Me away from you.
Yeah, we'll run this place together.
So, I've just got off the phone,
and he told me not to worry.
He told me it'd all be ok.
Yet every step I take
Every second I am
Just feels the same as before.
So I'm leaving this place,
Leaving you all alone.
I'm going to run this life myself.
So lets take this place.
Lets take every minute.
Capture it all in your pictures.
---
I'll take it all with me.
Run your world from afar.
Yeah, why can't we just escape.
The craziest of nights,
Walking all around this place.
Yet nothing's the same.
I don't know why I walked and I ran
this maze you made for us.
With the world outside still buzzin'.
I find myself still runnin',
This damn maze you've made.
This maze you made for us.
Just now I'm by myself.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
SFP - 22nd May 2010
Sinking feeling.
Diving solution.
You've got to swallow it,
Take it with a hard heart.
Keep it safe, lavish yourself
with stimulus.
Try confuse the situation.
Begin to lie to yourself,
All the while try and be
the same person you always were-
Fake.
Poisonous to your ears,
She'll eat you.
Like a vemon she'll creep.
Climb up on you.
Diving solution.
You've got to swallow it,
Take it with a hard heart.
Keep it safe, lavish yourself
with stimulus.
Try confuse the situation.
Begin to lie to yourself,
All the while try and be
the same person you always were-
Fake.
Poisonous to your ears,
She'll eat you.
Like a vemon she'll creep.
Climb up on you.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
The Narcissist Within Our Misanthrope Class - 31st March 2010
I'm confused by (read: confined to) an open state of mind:
To be a narcissistic misanthrope, and for it to cause any issue.
Surely in its true entirety there cannot be a problem. The problem comes from being aware of other opinions, and wanting to fit in or be recognised. Which objectifies your belief in being self-loving, egotistical and also, in mistrusting other persons. With a hatred possibly growing given further thought to those around.
Proof a misanthrope is also [naturally] a narcissist:
In a line of ideas then- To have such distaste, mistrust; At times overwhelming contempt. One might perhaps view themselves as an opposite. As the class of misanthrope does not necessitate self-loathing. In such cases, to be greater than your other worldly men, you cannot deny a certain self-belief, conceit, vanity.
To paraphrase Aristotle: 'the misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.'
beast of a god :: god of beasts
Back to how I began, on being a narcissistic misanthrope and it possibly causing issue. I change this to 'A misanthrope is to have no troubles with oneself: Easier living.' Unless one misanthrope is also ostentatious.
It would just be the outside other's need to prevail, introduce the image of superiority in their own mind. An ambition not to be slighted, it should be noted!
Of an ostentatious misanthrope:
Where might there lay a true romantic. Surely not caught inside a self inflicted barrier of generalised disgust at humankind?
To be a narcissistic misanthrope, and for it to cause any issue.
Surely in its true entirety there cannot be a problem. The problem comes from being aware of other opinions, and wanting to fit in or be recognised. Which objectifies your belief in being self-loving, egotistical and also, in mistrusting other persons. With a hatred possibly growing given further thought to those around.
Proof a misanthrope is also [naturally] a narcissist:
In a line of ideas then- To have such distaste, mistrust; At times overwhelming contempt. One might perhaps view themselves as an opposite. As the class of misanthrope does not necessitate self-loathing. In such cases, to be greater than your other worldly men, you cannot deny a certain self-belief, conceit, vanity.
To paraphrase Aristotle: 'the misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.'
beast of a god :: god of beasts
Back to how I began, on being a narcissistic misanthrope and it possibly causing issue. I change this to 'A misanthrope is to have no troubles with oneself: Easier living.' Unless one misanthrope is also ostentatious.
It would just be the outside other's need to prevail, introduce the image of superiority in their own mind. An ambition not to be slighted, it should be noted!
Of an ostentatious misanthrope:
Where might there lay a true romantic. Surely not caught inside a self inflicted barrier of generalised disgust at humankind?
Freezing - 31st March 2010
I don't believe in warmth.
Everything is frozen.
It's a hidden parallel,
[Caught in a twirling divide.]
Heat is just your movement,
So lets stand still.
Wait for the freeze
to help us feel alive.
Now I can't believe in living warm.
I find help in living cold.
I find trust in something so still.
A complete freedom in you.
I cannot hurt here.
You couldn't hate me either.
Keep the people at a distance.
I dislike what they'll see of me.
So still.
Not believing in the warmth..
Everything is frozen.
It's a hidden parallel,
[Caught in a twirling divide.]
Heat is just your movement,
So lets stand still.
Wait for the freeze
to help us feel alive.
Now I can't believe in living warm.
I find help in living cold.
I find trust in something so still.
A complete freedom in you.
I cannot hurt here.
You couldn't hate me either.
Keep the people at a distance.
I dislike what they'll see of me.
So still.
Not believing in the warmth..
Friday, 19 March 2010
Oh, the single - 19th March 2010
I saw you swirling
in your blues and blacks.
I caught you singing
to that reflection again.
When you thought no one was looking...
You told yourself you were always alone...
You kept falling in and out of love,
in and around the desires of it.
Just to be held for once.
So please don't go.
So please just hold out.
I'll try, I'll beg.
I'd plead for your warmth,
I will cling to your hand.
You can guide me,
take me home, or lead me away.
You're growing older, with your utter distaste.
He's glaring at you, your bedroom no longer empty.
Now you long..
To be swirling in your colours.
Today you caught your reflection.
You were dreaming of that song.
The one you'd sing to smile.
in your blues and blacks.
I caught you singing
to that reflection again.
When you thought no one was looking...
You told yourself you were always alone...
You kept falling in and out of love,
in and around the desires of it.
Just to be held for once.
So please don't go.
So please just hold out.
I'll try, I'll beg.
I'd plead for your warmth,
I will cling to your hand.
You can guide me,
take me home, or lead me away.
You're growing older, with your utter distaste.
He's glaring at you, your bedroom no longer empty.
Now you long..
To be swirling in your colours.
Today you caught your reflection.
You were dreaming of that song.
The one you'd sing to smile.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
A minute to write : 21:29:08 - 21:30:10 - 17th March 2010
I hear those words
"you're barely breathing tonight"
It echoes a chore of those days
of these nights, and of your silence.
Side to side we lay,
In your arms we'd be apart.
Always slept facing away from you,
such disgust, and such fear.
Maybe, just maybe
You'll be barely breathing tonight.
[to hear you]
"you're barely breathing tonight"
It echoes a chore of those days
of these nights, and of your silence.
Side to side we lay,
In your arms we'd be apart.
Always slept facing away from you,
such disgust, and such fear.
Maybe, just maybe
You'll be barely breathing tonight.
[to hear you]
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