TheGeck0

When will the world realise in the whole truth? People need to start to try hard to believe, That Common men are trying to deceive, Oh, believe thy words, including the youth. Blind Fury maketh the common men a spoof, Ever presents, they nought shall ever leave, Using their elitist ways, with no reprieve, Being bad liars and cheats, all so uncouth. Then they shall come, starting the apocalypse, The day of judgement is nigh, beyond all, Common men can only stop abomination, The world shall end on a solar Eclipse, Forever gone, every one will likely fall, The dawn of ages past; no more tension. Geck0 - 10 December 2003 - edited: 1

Oh! My sweet darling of my life be here, You have not learn'd your lesson about my life, Indeed you have not realis'd of my strife, About my apparent distress and fear, You may look at my face of strife and sneer, But I know you care for me, a lowlife, I also know that you will never be my wife, All I want to do is shed a small tear. I have decided to give up on you, sorry, It is nothing you have done, believe me, I just have issues with a certain individual, Everything it seems, is feeling somewhat blurry, If only you were aware and were able to see, That I now feel somewhat lost and unusual. Geck0 - 13th December 2003.

The love of life keeps me going each day. My thought processes lead me on my way. Tomorrow will bring a new proceeding. The past is gone, there is no redeeming. Gone are the days of times, good and bad. The future will bring times, happy and sad. Love will come and it will also go. Many new friends I will get to know. Others will be lost or will be gone. But what matters, is that my life will go on. Geck0 13 October 2001

EMOtionally distant There I am, sat on my chair, wondering. Wishing for a miracle of coincidences. In front of me is my computer, buzzing. Then there is me, still on the chair. In my world: cold, hungry and lonesome. I stare, aimlessly, at nothing inparticular. Wanting to do nothing, feeling isolated. Who am I? Defiantly wanting to be cured.  Normality. Scared, defensive, wicked to an extent. Satisfied at doing nothing. I'm a failure, depressed failure. Brain dead, no thoughts in my mind. I continue to stare. I struggle to live. I struggle to love. I struggle to breathe. Death.  Turn out the lights please. Silence, calmness

There sits a Robin, on the branch of a tree, looking at the world, rather contentedly. Below, is sat a man, contemplating life, head in his hands and holding a knife. Off flys the robin, chirping and cheeping, over the fence, twisting and sweeping. The man looks up and sighs, then groans, "Sticks and stones, may break your bones..." The robin appears again, with some food, a tasty worm, succulent, delicious and good. "but words will never hurt you, yeah right", said the man, loudly and with no foresight. Startled, the robin flew off, frightened, but returned again, feeling enligtened. The man noticed the Robin's actions, distur

I'm sure every line started in my head, Gracing towards the landslide claimed beautiful: Meaningless land. Analytical purpose of kinetic motion, Handwriting, shrunken, lies on the rivers edge. Read these things and tell me they are not owned. I know now. My shadow treads in debt, Cast away like my first forgotton memory. What is left of my childhood lies in a yard of wished grass. I can only hope fortune is not gifted through bloodline, Pounding effervescence into tables of slate, Our fate etchings sensed a time of hopefulness. We were not the ones to acquire such urgency and now... This capsule prevails. Sinking int

forewarning of departure before falling through the cracks of his fingers ideal closing my ears off to the sound of his breath remember baby, we gotta stay clean pristine is how you lay in my bed and i am just a friendly accquaintance someone to walk away from afforded the casual play of your touch isn't that what we are? his hands resting on my sides beautiful diplomacy looking over your shoulder this is not what i want to see eyes closed thinking of future and i was the most graceful stealer but i shine amazing just as you said undiscovered blocking senses so tonight i can slip through

The light from a computer screen is almost blinding. You have to turn away and when you look to the side you see that brilliant light as the shadow of any other object that might actually matter. I am sure I won't remember this when I am forty. I am not writing because I want you to understand, I am writing so I can see my own thoughts. This is not a journal entry; this is not a poem. This is I. And only when I have to say the latter aloud I build up this fantasy where I am in a valley sort of "the sound of music" picturesque and on top of this hill is nothing but mirror's. Lying on the ground leading down to my feet and they start falling av

It is words that break my fall and i want to feel bottom surface compressed no, don't let me linger the more i desire to say sentimental value rips my cords refusal of desecration who what when where how, could you possibly understand? When i sit in silence i ask of you to listen My love can seep through metaphors so carry an umbrella Know that sex is a Spelling B and punctuation (my personal submission) These words could never attain the true meaning of how I feel i push it harder dialect breaking margin This is just a work in progress most words are left unsaid bound to a dictionary and locked in denotation humani

Writing tales of light suggested irrelevant by those who have watched and never conquered scribbling out details of dreams wandering aimlessly, out of sight God, can't give me the strength to fight this flashing luminescent signs this is complicated falling through my fingers as if this wasn't my life Blood spilling on the floor death peers over the sunset Draining with irony my hands are cold longing to feel the warmth of release i remember " these myths can be come no more mine than what you thought yours" longing to fall within you watching your eyes looking into mine i caressed this suggestion "that fate will always be