Looking into blank eyes
that seem so detached
Where are you? Where are you?
Your body like a statue
Cold and lifeless
Where did you go? Where did you go?
Always walking ahead
Never looking back for me
Where are you going? Where are you going?
It is clear to me
That this reality
Was too much for you
Why did you want to leave it?
It is clear to me
You sold your soul
Not for love
But for your selfish desires.
Now that it is all lost
You want it all back
But the pain of it all
Is now mine to bear.
The time has come to accept our fate
Time to create something new
Erase all the pain
And embrace the future.
What am I to do with this life
but accept it with arms wide open
I cannot see what the future holds
So I will live day by day by day
Where am I to begin to go
I need your light to guide me
I cannot see what is in front of me
My heart is consumed with fear
What am I to do with this life
but accept it with arms wide open
I cannot see what the future holds
So I will live day by day by day
Who else can I turn to
I give you my open hand
We will walk this life together
Step by step by step
What am I to do with this life
but accept it with arms wide open
I cannot see what the future holds
So I will live day by day by day
I am pow
I stand under rain surrounded by murderers
who have the gall to come and cry
over the man they killed,
their pale, red-rimmed faces ugly
beneath the drizzling sky
I feel something like a tight hot knot
in my chest, warring with sorrow
and the preacher tells us to remember love,
and I look down and feel only anger there,
I look to the "killers" to accuse
And I find I can't hate them,
their childlike, pitiful faces turning towards me
in question, as if they were innocent
And I find I can't hate them,
their hollow questions painfully earnest
with no pretense I can imagine
And I want to hate them,
and I try and imagine their fa
Everything in "Self Portraits" is either:
~ A scene kid that can't take pictures that well
~ The occasional scene kid that takes great pictures
~ Pictures of people's ass or privates
~ Camera phone pictures
It's so irritating.
Im glad that a group of people still take self portraits the way it was meant to be.
Why yes, I am one
Of those Christian people.
Is that a problem?
Oh no, I am one
Of those atheist people.
Is that a problem?
Why yes, I do think
That's a problem because I
Think you have it wrong.
Well yeah? I too think
That's a problem because I
Think you have it wrong.
You know what, when you
End up in Hell, don't blame me.
I tried to warn you.
You know what, when you
Die and nothing happens, then
You'll see how you're wrong.
No you're wrong, and on
Judgement Day God Himself
Will say 'you were wrong.'
I regret to inform you that the poem must end here because the conversation portrayed proceeded to go on for thirty pages