Insanity Is What We Live For by IzzyLockett, literature
Literature
Insanity Is What We Live For
You see, lately my insanity
Has been quite insufferable.
Pacing around in my white boxers,
White wife beater,
Greased hair and rank odor-
I find my own reasons to live
Impossibly unfaithful.
Blood stains my sheets
From sinful acts of being of
The female species, and the only
Evidence to hide it is
Layer after layer of blankets
So thick I sweat my impurities
Out at night.
The clutter in my mind is so impossible
I cant move without falling over
Reoccurring dreams of gardens and
My headless mother's body.
I can't breathe so whats the point
In trying to scream for someone to
Save me from my own insanity?
When the birds stop chirping
And the flowers stop blooming
And the bees stop buzzing
And the clouds stop looming
(However long it may take
My deepest love)
When the Earth stops spinning
And the animals stop evolving
And the sun stops shining
And the planets stop evolving
(I will hold you in my arms
My deepest love)
And when a mother stops loving
And a baby refuses to cry
And when the dark stops scaring us
And even when I die
(I will love
Shhh!
Nobody must know!
This terrible bloody truth will
Be the end of me
(The end of us!)
The birds know it.
The fish know it.
OH, and we know it! But
If anyone were to find out
They would kill us.
Separate- -us.
Throw us away
Because we are the scum.
The rats. The filth of the
World- liars.
(And what do liars do best?)
We cant be punished.
For we. Are. Invincible!
Little Twanny Twit
From Marlborow Street
Liked to kiss boys
Each one she'd meet
With her long shiny hair
And her perfect round hips
The boys couldn't help
But kiss those plump lips
But then one day
Twanny kissed a boy
Who liked to eat glue
Who's name was Roy
But when she pulled away
She soon found out
Her lips were stuck to a boy
Who looked like a trout!
She yelled and she moaned
She cried and she screamed
But nothing would wake her
From this awful dream
So word of advice
To all you girls too
Don't kiss a boy
Who likes to eat glue.
Poor and Broken Hearted by IzzyLockett, literature
Literature
Poor and Broken Hearted
Goodbye everything I once knew
Hello uncertain lifestyle
Why're you leaving me?
Cause you cant support me?
Yes you can!
I promise I will do anything!
Just don't let me go.
I cant handle change.
I will find a job!
I will support the three of us.
Mommy don't let me go.
I will buy the groceries.
I will pay the electricity.
Just dont send us away to him.
You need me.
I need you...
dont do this
I am deathly allergic to the
sound of your voice.
(when I hear it I grow weak)
I cant hold my own.
My eyes swell and water
(all on their own)
My head spins like a twister
on speed.
My breath grows short and harsh
(To the point of hyperventilation)
And my heart attacks me.
(It attacks me and begins to break
turning black and slowly falls apart from
the reast of me)
No medicine fixes it.
No remedy prevents it.
(I'm so vulnerable)
Apples Fall Far From the Tree by IzzyLockett, literature
Literature
Apples Fall Far From the Tree
Watch this apple fall far from the tree
I am not like you
I choose this cause I am free
Ever so free, ever so new
The truth is I'm your mother
And you, I am not your daughter
Why must you hurt each other?
If you would look at me you'd see I'm treading water
Please, just stop.
Send us away if you must
I cant handle the slop
And I am filled with fear and disgust.
Leave me alone.
Youve skinned me to the bone.
I'm feeling so incredibly happy
Today I found out who I really am
I'm nothing but some crap on a canopy
I am nothing but a well played scam.
When Looking into mirrors nothing shows
For I am a vampire that fears the dark
I was once told I was a beautiful rose
I was told I had a certain spark
But now it is plain and easy to see
That I am nothing but a hidden sign
And knowing this makes me feel ever so free;
And knowing this makes me feel ever so fine;
I just wanted to state I am no one
Because I know my life has only begun.
All the worlds a stage
But the lights are blinding me
All the worlds a stage
And I've got to pee
All the worlds a stage
But I forgot my line
All the worlds a stage
And I look like a swine
All the worlds a stage
But I tripped over a peg
All the worlds a stage
And I just broke my leg
All the worlds a stage
But I dont have a kiss scene
All the worlds a stage
And my Stage Manager is mean
All the worlds a stage
But my audience can't hear
All the worlds a stage
Fuck Shakespeare, I'm out of here!
I just watched my mind commit suicide.
Jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and took free will and personality with it.
I am a walking corpse now, joining the other millions of sheep.
Marching down the street
In the coolest clothes
Listening to the hottest music
And worshiping at the temple of MTV.
I smoke when they tell me to
Do drugs when they tell me to.
Kiss and
Hug and
Have sex when they tell me to.
I am a mindless robot,
And dumber than most computers,
Because when I accept input
I never check for viruses and
Whoops!
My soul is infected,
Black and rotting away behind
Big sunglasses,
Fake boobs,
And bleach blonde hair.
Individuality. In a time with so many choices, you think that it would be the easiest thing in the World to find. Yet- to most people- it is something both allusive and perplexing. Everywhere you go you see adults: parents, teachers, random strangers, preaching the values of having your own distinct personality, free of clichés. Something they dont seem to understand is that, as a society, we preach individuality but practice roboticism. It is expected of you to become a sheep. And when a rare anomaly- a true individual- does manage to survive past the age of three, we alienate them. Its in our nature; Reject the unfamiliar.
Saving thoughts reverberate off the edges of my tongue
Echo- echo- echo. Brand new thoughts forever young.
And though I want to have them released into the dark old world;
These virgin thoughts, free of cliché, are like a brand new pearl.
Perfect, beautiful, and rare, fragile and easily shattered
A careful guard, a silver box, will keep the thoughts from falling tattered.
This box is not like any other- with no curse of Pandora.
The escape of its contents enhances both the fauna and the flora.
Or so thought the tongue that allowed released the words on that stipulation,
How was it supposed to know the effects of its creation.
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Snow makes everything warmer.
Snow makes everything more fun.
The day it snowed- my mom's heart broke.
The day it snowed- I was told to leave.
The day it snowed- I've never been more scared.
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