Birds, Batteries, Airplanes.

by Prophecies In Kodak   May 29, 2007


Every vein that runs though your entire body
Throbs and pulses for the familar feeling of me.
But, that slight scent of alcohol on your breah is like
The feeling of salt to a cold sore if anybody ever asked me.
But, I'm the last person anyone asks anything anymore
Because my name has earned every single title it's gained.
For the record, my good of the two sides is the a side
And off the record, the B side is what's currently being played.
I've tried so hard to live by my morals and to avoid the body count,
Then again, an eye for an eye seems like fair game.
It's kind of hard to play the card of intimidation
When you're standing on your tip toes hoping people remember your name.
Layed down 52 cards in a deck, with little fair play
And it takes fifty photographs just to produce a good two.
The reality in that statement is like pressing tongues to batteries
And letting the metallic taste see your ego through.
Ignorant at best whil playing the role of a trend setter
And by the end of the night.. every person in this room will know who I am.
I'm not going out without a bang unless I have to
The beauty of it all being.. I'm dressed all up for friends.
Because they'd rather play a hand of poker at night
Than spend a a few moments sharing and cigarrete with me.
You're the one person who could never seem to say no now
And knew the numbers to every drug dealer and w hore house, like she knew her abc's.
It doesn't ever matter that I've been sticking myself out there.
Asking for anyone or anything just to remember a glance of me.
I'm still standing on my tip toes to look them in the eye
With a lot of hope a pretty face could end up intimidating.
If looks could kill, most people could be a murderer;
Some girls are going to make a plastic surgeon a rich man some day.
But me? I think I'll stick to my guns and take my chances
While rehearsing every fast comment and new pick up line I ever wanted to say.
Battery operated boy is the way to put it,
And no one bothers asking me a damn thing anymore.
Get on those pretty little knees baby, get them real dirty
While the blood, sweat and tears of this half life are placed on the cutting room floor.

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  • 13 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    "And it takes fifty photographs just to produce a good two.
    The reality in that statement is like pressing tongues to batteries
    And letting the metallic taste see your ego through. "

    ^^. Made me smile.

    It pisses me off how much you wrap things together. [That's not a bad thing, mind you.] Your poetry has this "certain depth" than no one else can produce.

    Wanna know how I'm feeling, Ian?

    Jealous. 5.0/5

  • 13 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Every vein that runs though your entire body
    Throbs and pulses for the familar feeling of me.
    [[I love this line... It speaks so much truth.]]

    And off the record, the B side is what's currently being played.
    [[Haha. Again with the truth. Touche!]]

    The reality in that statement is like pressing tongues to batteries
    [[Wow. That cracked me up. I did that once...but, with my finger, not my tongue, and hey baby, it hurt. Scared me too. It IS just like putting your tongue to a battery! =O]]

    Ignorant at best whil playing the role of a trend setter
    [[While*. And. I love this line.]]

    God, sweetie. I love your writing. It's always amazing.
    As you can see, I always like to pick out my favorite line in a poem. The one that sticks out to me the most.
    And bravo, you've got several. There are certainly more, but those are the ones that got my attention the most.

    You're an amazing writer; you put your words on paper thinking it's horrible, but it's really the best thing I've ever read.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex

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