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Chester Bennington (justy_wusty) wrote,
@ 2003-10-28 22:09:00
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    Current mood: awake
    Current music:Sum 41 - Mr.Amsterdam

    I am the American Jesus
    Here I am! Yeah, I know you're happy to see me again. Well, today I'm taking a different direction. I will be posting some of my world-famous, superiffic, can't-touch-this UbeR KewL Poems!!!

    Here's how it works: I will be selecting a few poems from thy notebook that I keep and of course, I'll post em' up here. My body is all sore from playing a 3 hour long football game during gym : ) I love it!


    ~Infernal-Internal-Affair~

    So here I am sitting,
    Alone in the dark again
    What a perfect fucking metaphor
    I'm so tired of this
    I know I have no reason to feel this pain but,
    Of course I can't stop it now

    It's nights like this when
    I don't want to hear solutions
    And my dreams just tease me
    With promises of a better tomorrow...
    That isn't today yet
    And patience isn't one of my virtues

    What, you mean this isn't normal for me?
    Either I'm damn good at hiding this or...
    I spend a lot more time than I like to think...
    Lost in my head
    Angst may be fashionable these days, but
    I'd rather be a happy geek.


    ~Heart-shaped emptiness~

    Wishing on
    The stars above
    Dreaming of
    The bliss of love
    It's felt within
    Inside your heart
    Deteriorating
    Ripping apart
    Restricted and helpless
    In the chains of hell
    But appearance decieves
    When all seems well
    Lovers die fast
    Like Bonnie and Clyde
    But lonely hearts
    Will slowly die


    ~Good Morning, Mr.America!~

    Mornings are my favorite time of day,
    A whole new batch of hours to throw away
    But something keeps me going strong,
    Something that pushes the day along

    I keep myself in constant denial,
    my life is at an emotional trial
    What gives me the strength to keep on going?
    Making the day seem less annoying

    Nine to ten, can't wait to do it tomorrow again,
    Twelve to one, lights up my heart...blame that on someone,
    Two to three, get out of jail free,
    Here comes the tricky part: Filling the void in my heart

    As stars come up, my bed calls for me,
    time to scan my brain... make sure it's glitch-free
    Today was classic, can't wait for tomorrow,
    It's time to snooze off and extinguish the sorrow

    Time to dream about the thing that drives my day,
    I'll see you tomorrow... nothing else to say


    ~Flint For All~

    I'll be there to watch it fall,
    The sad demise of a city for all
    A city controlled by corporate America,
    Chewed up and spit out amidst the mass hysteria

    Hopeless and jobless in Michigan
    a community destroyed, time to begin again
    Rebuilding and restoring what once was,
    The only thing left is death without a cause

    The crime rate keeps rising,
    Skinned rabbits have become appetizing
    The CEO's are getting richer,
    The citizens are getting poorer

    I cry my tears of blood over Flint,
    An emotional colaboration of sympathy and anger
    I'll be there to watch it fall,
    Watch it fall...Watch it fall.


    ~Good Times~ ::Justin::



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