Truth, too much should
We choose to lie
Seize the day, too much should we ever die
Fire in your head, we let ourselves go
Denying real truth, Truths never show
In identity life exists
Life drives on
We concern ourselves
Not only with death and birth
but love, hate, fire, earth and poison
Inspiration, driven to our souls
Inspired by life
But drive to philosophical
ecstasy and metaphysical
by the film alone.
This one I kind of find interesting, just because the other day Ozmandias posted about our adult selves in relation to how 12-year-old selves would ourselves. Not being the comic geek as a child that I sort of am now, I found the next poem an interesting bit of foreshadowing (I think this one was supposed to be lyrical, for a song, perhaps):
Comic Book Girl
Can you see me? I'm in the back of the room.
I'm looking at you. Yeah, you.
Can you hear me?
I'm singing an alternate reality to you.
I'm lost in an imaginary animated world
Visited by friends I made real as a little girl
Cartoon creations and perceptions are unfurled
I remain known to you as the Comic Book Girl
My fantasy becomes your reality
My dream is now your life
The truth is never pretty
So I've built my life on lies
TV's fucked up images in my fractured psyche
Doesn't it sound like fun?
Immortality and a cartoon death
Don't you want to die one?
I'll drag you into my imaginary animated world
Into an acid-trip dementia you'll be hurled
As everything you believe in is unfurled
Under a spell cast by the Comic Book Girl
Hehehe, check this one out.. Oh the burgeoning adolescent sexual awakening!! Oh the grappling with the madonna/whore complex!! LOLOLOL!
When did this pleasure come from pain?
When it's so hot outside
All it does is rain
Steam and sweat and tears
And happiness throughout the years
All too much can make you go insane
Maybe I can have you here tonight
I never would put up a fight
Yes and No and Maybe Not
What if this is all we've got
Even when I know the timing's right.
I think I may have been too hard on that one.. I kind of like it. Meh. These are the good ones of the bunch, if you can believe it. From roughly 1995-1998 copyright Andrea Lyn Cole
|Roughly the age when I would have written this drivel. Kind of wish I had pics from my vaguely-goth phase. They call em emo's now, I think.|