Archive for July 8th, 2005

Volume 23

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

this hollow feeling
this feeling of hopelessness
i balance suicide on a razor.
these feelings will be with me forever.
testament to the fact
that the world is weak
and i am strong.
testament that i am alive.
nobody knows this pain,
and if they did
they would buckle under the pressure
that i hold on a daily basis
that suffocates me in the darkness.
if you knew [...]

Volume 22

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

material posession doesnt matter.
image doesnt matter.
ill learn to forget both
hate matters.
love matters.
both have grown strong
within me
anger matters.
ill let it flourish inside.
ill erupt like a volcano
taking with me the world outside
ill learn to love
to hate.
ill feed off of misery
ill cry tears of joy
and laugh uncontrolably in my infinite sadness.
and the masses will run the rat race
and [...]

Volume 21

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

Religion is mans attempt to promote the belief of continuity after death and to fill the void and uncertainty left by the thought that maybe death is the end and life has no purpose. Religion justifies faith and death as a passage to immortality but only upon submission to the will of god and the [...]

Volume 20

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

this day at the cinema, unchecked by the ravages of time
a halloween candy bag full of delightfull images that are impossible to digest
that jam-pack to the point of explosion
a beautifull kaleidoscope of blistering light and glistening insides
this day at the cinema or days as it seems
years it might be, a lifetime im sure
cool and comfortable [...]

Volume 19

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

imagine a world gone mad
a world full of violence and chaos
hands around our brothers throats
our sisters screams die with the wind
atomic fist fights
plugged away aimlessly in the dark
with the press of a button
to illuminate with thermo search lights
searching for anything and everything in its path
an endless volley of
a blind tennis match with every stroke
comes dire [...]

Volume 18

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

inspiration drained through thoughts that dont exist
waking from a self induced burial
with eyes forcefully unglued, with eyes that wont stay closed, with eyes exhausting to dust.
inspiration floods with the draining of the soul
emotions flood with the waking day, with reality served on a hot plate
eat it or die. it burns the mouth and churns the [...]

Volume 17

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

your rules were meant to be broken and you know what?
they will
i been bruised and broken
but nothing can keep me down
fate keeps me up on top
and sometimes underneath
but when i wake up in the hospital
recovery is a small price to pay…
flying from up here
it all seems so small
everything seems so small.
ive learned what ive learned
and [...]

Volume 16

Friday, July 8th, 2005 by Jarody

the fire in my brain burns so cold
the ice i get from glances unmet
puts a fire under my feet
and a rocket in my pocket
hang ten and hang loose
ill meet you on the bottom