Yet another Gothic ballad

The Ship Song

When I was a lass I married a lad
Who sailed the boundles waves
I let him go to sea, to sea
And so to a watery grave

He bid me farewell with tears in his eyes
As he boarded his ship from the shore
He sailed away to sea, to sea
And I never saw him no more

His ship it said for a year and a day
Until at last they came to shore
The captain said 'your husband's drowned

Hello folks,

If anybody here would like to have their workis included in the eclectic pamphlet/magazine/whatever Nom De Plume, PM me for details.

I asked out my ex-girlfriend, and she said yes!!!!!! WOOOHOOO!! My life is on an endless cycle, it seems. She dumped me for a guy, dumped him for another guy, gave up on him, and is now back to me. Strange. Just strange.

This song, by King Missile, is on the album Happy Hour, which came out the day I was born. Maybe it's an omen.

Needles

I am your cloth
As you sew me to the ground
You stick the needles in
And hold me still

You watch the lust rising in my eyes
You stare me into submission
And pierce my eyes
With your own
As you pierce my skin
With your needles

You push them gently into my throat
And stifle my cries of protest
Needles sinking deeper
I feel them in my heart
Pressing against my face
In voluptuous suffering

This is my band that I started with my brother Edward "Side Dish". We only have one song as of now, but we're working on others. So check out The Woodshed Spiders!

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pageartist.cfm?bandID=534564

Tschus,
Andre the Spider

On Friday I was talking to somebody, and he remarked that most of my friend are bi, and started coming out after I did. So, he's taken to calling me The Bisexual Fairy, who turns people into bisexuals.

At the request of my brain-share partner, (Morgan) I am posting everything I wrote a few nights ago, excluding "Blackened Rose" which I already posted.

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Morpheus

Silver shreds of sanguine moonlight
Silver shards within my head
Silver people on the shoreline
Singing softly to their dead

Silent fruit of futile labours
Silent mothers in the dust
Silent shades that fade to blackness

Blackened Rose

There once was told a tale of woe
Of Blackened Rose the widow-maid
She would play you for a fool
Sweet Blackened Rose the widow-maid

She courted me for weeks on end
Tempted me witha cruel facade
She drew me out beyond my mind
Sweet Blackened Rose the widow-maid

She told me that her heart was pure
She told me I was her true love
She told me lies for weeks on end
A crow in the shape in the dove

I feel small. Like I'm cowed by everything around me. Why? Life is getting better, at least right now. I'm not failing math anymore, at least. But I still feel like a dog after being shouted at. What gives? Why?

This reflects my current additude. I wish I could breathe fire.

Venus Was A Whore

Unsubstantial Venus is amorous tonight
She spreads her Aryan legs in anticipation
Of the damned souls she shall devour
Enfolding them in her greasy lips and smothering them
In wild flights of fallacy

Silver-tongued Ishtar pulls the heroes in by their beards
She slips daggers into their eyes as they pray she will have no mercy

Gods, I hate this chick. She's my friend's "ex" (they were together for three days), and she is a bitch.

Below is an ecerpt from an IM conversation I had the misfortune of having with her. Where the Hell does she come up with this shit? I'd be offended if i wasn't laughing so hard. And why can't she type properly?!?!?

Me: Are you still there, oh disgusting one?
Her: wut u talkin 2 urself?

I've been thinking. Maybe I'm not gay, I just need to find the man who's right for me.

April fools.

I have spent the last few weeks thinking about my life as it is now. Allow me to illustrate my state of being with this metaphor. I am running around blindfolded, bumping into things, and bouncing off the walls. Every so often, my blindfold slips and I have a few moments in which life is good and I know what the hell I'm doing. Today had some definate slippages, and quite a lot of crashing into walls. I got the nod from my dad an German teacher to be the aide for the aforementioned German teacher next year. WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I'm too tired and feeling like my brain has been pulled out my ear and beaten with a blunt object to be properly euphoric. I also am almost finished with a book of my poems that I'm publishing. Sigh. Editing pdfs is not fun.

Savage Love Song

Are you lonely tonight
Is your skin too tight
Are your eyes to clear
Got too much to fear?

Are you lost in the dark
Are you a fish or a shark
Are you looking for hope
Do you feel like a dope?

Let me hold you, let me be near you
Let me kiss you, let me fear you
Trust me, fall into the black
Trust me, babe, you won't turn back

Are you fearful of pain
Are you out in the rain