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Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 179
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 28, 2003 - 10:50 pm: |   |
(untitled), 12Feb03
there's a crisis in my heart
the fool has died
the fool in love
my village needs a new idiot
clowns to the left of me
jokers to the right
here i am
stuck in the middle
without you
a sad pathetic ego-deflated boy
a rusty nail in a sea of salty dogs
and cosmopolitain bliss
in need of more change
than any one can can spare
there's a crisis in my heart
i need a new drug
i'm strung out on love
jonesing for a fix
a junkie that can't kick
lovers turn to cocktails turn to poems
turn to sad meaningless musings
a sleep to dream
a shivering sweat in the silence of the night
with no end
c. 2003 Emiliano Lee |
mattm3 (Mattm3)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Mattm3
Post Number: 445
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 27, 2003 - 4:57 am: | |
Absinthe and misery make beautiful poetry.
How sweet life can be when the misery of ones existance is blurred by slight intoxication!!!
August Strindburg http://www.skumpy.com/eha/absinthe.html |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 172
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Monday, May 26, 2003 - 12:13 pm: | |
never tried to before, that's what i'm working on now. i've almost got all my stuff typed up, then i'm just going to organize it and see about getting some manuscripts together to send out. |
mattm3 (Mattm3)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Mattm3
Post Number: 441
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 26, 2003 - 9:31 am: | |
That's some good (depressing?) stuff Emmy! Are you gonna publish some of your work?
How sweet life can be when the misery of ones existance is blurred by slight intoxication!!!
August Strindburg http://www.skumpy.com/eha/absinthe.html |
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver
Post Number: 1815
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 20, 2003 - 3:47 pm: | |
Sounds gloatish.
Don't like gloatish.
Will work for absinthe. |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 150
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 20, 2003 - 11:39 am: | |
blame it on online gaming :D |
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver
Post Number: 1807
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 20, 2003 - 5:38 am: | |
Again w/the "he he".
Will work for absinthe. |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 149
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Monday, May 19, 2003 - 10:17 pm: | |
(untitled), 26Sept01
i scream in silence
drowning in anguish and angst
shadowed by broken dreams
my heart still and bleeding
cries go unheard into the night
paper dolls lay crumpled
a wastebasket filled to the brim
so many possibilities
so many possible me's
nowhere to run but in
nowhere to hide but out
nothing is easy or free
but what have i got left to lose?
is any of it worth a shit anyway?
oldest ancient materialism
what price would you pay
for happiness...
c. 2001 Emiliano Lee
no worries, mattyboy, i'm feelin much better these days hehe... this is all from when mel and i split |
mattm3 (Mattm3)
le Duc
Username: Mattm3
Post Number: 383
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, May 18, 2003 - 9:31 pm: | |
Geeze Emmy, Ya gotta drink more absinthe Bro! That stuff is kinda deeeeeeeppp!
How sweet life can be when the misery of ones existance is blurred by slight intoxication!!!
August Strindburg |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 148
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Sunday, May 18, 2003 - 5:15 pm: | |
ok, well, i'm up to date and have started typing up my post-separation material...
monkey brains revisited 19Sept01
i sat in a cafe all day
drinking peppermint tea
wishing it was absinthe
wishing it was 19th century gay Paris
wishing for a new dream
wishing to be free
i sat at the lovers' table
just me and my pen
and a monkey on my back
pulling at the hairs on my neck
sticking its fingers in my ears
down my throat
biting my lips 'til they bled
sucking the red elixer
its stinking breath
fetid in my nose
burning my swollen eyes
filling my mind with mad laughter
i pick dead lumps of skin
from the monkey's matted hair
they taste like rotten eggs
sulferic, they burn screaming down my throat
sit smoldering in my gut
like red hot coals
or sun baked stones
petrified desert rocks
multi-colored
sharp-edged
piercing, cutting through my insides
squeezing out through old scars
i pick them out and flick them
they leave tracers in the air
hit the wall like soft lumps of butter
or brains
all the while
laughing
laughter that sounds like
a million dying children
each one, a dream
now shattered, silent screaming...
c. 2001 Emiliano Lee |
Crosby (Crosby)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Crosby
Post Number: 500
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Saturday, May 3, 2003 - 8:19 pm: | |
The last line, which was cut out, from The Wizard of Oz:
Oh shit Toto, we're back in Kansas.
C'est ma santé |
mattm3 (Mattm3)
le Duc
Username: Mattm3
Post Number: 194
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, May 3, 2003 - 7:59 pm: | |
Oh shit! We're not in Kansas anymore Toto!
Goth Girls Rule!!! |
ENORMUS DICK (Louched_liver)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Louched_liver
Post Number: 1587
Registered: 12-2001
| | Posted on Saturday, May 3, 2003 - 5:15 am: | |
Poetry by LL
Poetry, I think it's a bore
It sho' do make my ass snore
But, since y'all likes it here
I'll take my butt out the door
Will work for absinthe. |
Althea (Rosietwobears)
le Vicomte
Username: Rosietwobears
Post Number: 68
Registered: 10-2002
| | Posted on Saturday, May 3, 2003 - 4:10 am: | |
i was being sarcastic... but hey now that its here, lemme at it!
go poetic cliche go!
Tables Turned
feeling her wash over me
like melancholy blue water
holding me down
the last bubbles of my second wind
drift up and away
leaving me down here to drown
feeling her crash
like a high speed car wreck
keeping me trapped
in a cage of hot twisted metal
gasp and scream
leaving me here to burn
drowning and burning
sadness and anger
two sides of the same fucking coin
seared lungs all round
except for her, that bitch,
smiling as she's holding me down
now I'm watching her run
like a scared white rabbit
glancing at me in fear, over her shoulder
but I'm catching up on me fast
this time she's gioing to pay the piper
and I'll be the one to walk away whole
- R. Althea Metz
Siren Song
Sadness with her siren song,
begging me to sing along;
I dash my ship against the rocks,
this rotting flesh, this human box;
Such pretty songs ring in my ears
Soothing whispers still my fears;
Chose to believe alluring lies
Solemnly I close my eyes;
Pockets filled to weigh me down
One last breath before I drown;
All the things I left unsaid
repeat themselves inside my head;
Swallowed up by water cold,
and terror finally takes its hold;
Struggle but it's too late now
Giving up I take my bow;
Here I lie, no more to wake,
at the bottom of the lake.
- R. Althea Metz
Sweet Dreams
Sinking into sleep
afraid of what I'll find
or better said,
what will find me?
Showcase bellies
made of glass so I can see
the blue babies floating
with corks in their mouths,
mocking me with their hands
balled into tiny lifeless fists.
Soundless screams
of hairless naked white hot
irradiated women in pain,
with eyes sewn shut
reaching for mercy.
Blood on the banister -
a basement full of death waiting,
bodies lay crumpled
sticking out at wrong angles
at the foot of the stairs;
Let the hunt begin.
- R. Althea Metz
Goodnight
I think I'll have another drink
and slip into sleepy shadow
and pray to dream a dreamless sleep
where there's no more need to weep
Sweet heavy blankets of silent darkness
longing to sink into novocaine half-wit joy
wrapped in layers of mute delight
I want this chance to say goodnight
To just close my eyes
and watch the world change to black oblivion
unaware I've come undone,
that I'm setting with the sun
I'm going to go where night never ends
and where thoughts stop dead in their dying tracks
where ignorance is bubbling bliss
so give me one more goodnight kiss
This must be alright
yeah, I must be ok
just turn out the light
and let me fade away
- R. Althea Metz
Absinthe maketh the heart grow fonder |
Pastor of Muppets (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 110
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Friday, May 2, 2003 - 3:27 pm: | |
well it's a couple days late on cue, but here ya go althea hehe...
i'll kick it off with one a bit on the extreme side... rain is falling, listening to christian death remix album, this just seemed to fit...
daddy dearest 05May94
a woman admires the small-hole scars bruising the pit of her elbow
male accompanist strokes her gentle braided
i wonder what ever happened to my father
stroke stroke stroke
circling the small purpling poc-marked skin
spinning room brings up the topic of lunch to the cold concrete floor
i shouldn't have eaten
shit! i gotta get out of here!
hey Johnny, where's the fucking shot?
gulp, do some blow
he moans as she sucks him wishful it was blood and not cum
i wish he was fuckin dead!
daddy, don't spank me daddy...
she whines
he comes on her face
"you fuckin asshole!" she screams
jabs discarded hypodermic into his left leg
"BITCH!"
he slaps her to the ground
"daddy, don't spank me daddy..."
where did you go to father?
where did you go when mommy was crying in the corner?
he throws her to the bed
she lets him
daddy, what did you do to make mommy cry?
c. 1994 Emiliano Lee
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