Reasons- by: unknown forgotten

I'm riding the infernal waves of a tornado
It's shredding my clothes and ripping my flesh

I'm lying naked upon my back
You appear slowly from out of sight
The words exchanged are few
We lie with no incentive to move

I'm broken in a smashed up car wreck
Bleeding out my neck from where it shouldn't
I'm weezing and gasping but no one can make out your name
I've nothing else to say

I'm speaking slowly
Avoinding your pretty eyes
I can tell you're next to me
But I refuse to look

Go, NOW! - by: unknown forgotten

Go save the day
Go face the day and win the game
Go smother your doubts in their sleep
Go murder your debts when they blink
Go realize the shit you're in is knee deep
Go conquer the world with your amazing feats
Go play the game and save the day
Go dream your dreams in your sleep

I need to clear some things up
Regarding every almost every aspect of my life
Other wise the muck will keep getting thicker

I'm going to do something someday.

blue mailboxes- by: unknown forgotten

The cherry fell from my cigarette to the ground
I picked it up to eat it and pulled off it's stem
Like the kind that's in your head attached to your brain
The ones from the monkeys that the Chinese eat
During celebrations where there are dragons in the street
By the blue mailboxes and newspaper vending machines
Full of paper and news stories
About car crashes and murders
The same ones that are all over TV
The one in our house is old and small
We don't have cable, just for the internet
Where there is everything anyone ever wanted to know

By the blue mailboxes and newspaper vending machines
Full of coins but mostly quarters
One of the new ones from Texas
The wind was so strong I saw semi-truck blow over there
There was no writing on it's side
Like billboards that are blank and unused
In the middle of nowhere like Montana
I drove all night through there
A bird flew in front of the van
There was a lot of roadkill on the road


By the blue mailboxes and newspaper vending machines
They used to have machines that sold cigarettes
You can smoke them in bars but you can't smoke cigars
Cubans are the best
I hear they're good at boxing too
I've never been in a fight
Violence in movies is alright with me though
No good ones have come out lately
Just commercials for teen-chick movies
All advertising and propaganda for young girls
The mall is full of it
It's just down the street from my house
I hear the foodcourt has almost every type of food
But not monkey brains like the Chinese eat
During celebrations where there are dragons in the street
By the blue mailboxes and newspaper vending machines

Which reminds me of something else

Heading South- by: unknown forgotten

Water logged
Such a sad song
with the hiccups
And the mohawk all crusted

I'm rushing forwards to anything
Hoping only to be revived
Soaking up the blood I lost
Covering the vomit I spilt

Iron , copper and aluminum
The rust that lays against old ships
Creaking wildly against their unuse and abuse
Crushing barnacles in between and beneath

The wheels screeched for a moment
Sparks flared into the air
And slowly yet slowly
The train moved out of my way