This, My Porcelain Life

This, My Porcelain Life by Rasputina 

This letter, you get it
You burn it
Forget it
It's not what I meant to say
You might think me a scapegrace
Really a fugitive in decay
I exist here on an acre of nature
In the diminutive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager

My favorite hypocrite

You are a master at the commerce of friendship

So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life


You've axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I only tenuously ask you this question
Out of a census wish for clarity

You are a master at the commerce of friendship
So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life

My porcelain life
My porcelain life

I find it very breakable
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di da da ah do

My porcelain life 

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Filled to the brim, lights flutter dim, mind overload. Thought process
broke, nothing left to choke, actions misery bode.

♥Kay♥

Random occurances of poetic moments

I don't remember writing these. However, I know they're mine. Go
figure. I feel like I should copyright some of this stuff.

Music turned up loud
Drowning out the sound
Of this bleeding heart beating

You're untouchable unfathomable unknown to me
But for some reason I can't keep my bright eyes off you.

My thoughts are not my own

My confidence isn't what it used to be.
What's happened to me?
When all I can see,
are the mistakes I've made,
the lights that fade,
the debt not yet paid.
I want to see that light,
shining so bright,
during the darkest of night.
But that's not what I see.

Sign of the Zodiac

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?
Haven't you found that the systems for
Planning always fall?

Can you avoid what gave Daddy his heart attack?
Have you tried everything, anything
All to no avail?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Look all around you and notice you're not alone.
We want to give you the courage to
Go a different way.
Think of the love and attention we all have shown.
What did we do when we heard, well, we
All came right away.

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac? 

Eh. A little poem, a little message.

Everything's a lie,
Won't see eye to eye.
Believe what they tell you,
There's nothing they won't do.
Try to take me,
You'll never break me.
But try not to burn,
When it's your turn.

They'll pick you apart,
Starting with your heart.
Tear into little pieces,
The pain never ceases.
Will you crack and fail?

Trenchmouth - Rasputina

Yeah, he was a big landowner.
He was a bad mouthbreather.
But you can see his station wagon stand alone.
Woulda, coulda, we should have known.

He was a failed cropduster.
I am his little sister.
He was a whistleblower for the F.D.A.
Maybe was them sent him away.
He was a football player.
He didn't have a lot to say.

That guy's a lousy actor.
He was a hard-core cracker.
He wore a trenchcoat and he waved that Dixie flag.
But he's my brother, so I brag.
Don't be no dark naysayer.
So they all said he was a fag.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.

It's on the edge of nowhere.
No way for them to go there.
I know I'm not much help, but here is where I'll stay.
I'm hoping they'll find him some day.
I should put up some flyers.
Can you think of another way?

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
Then he up and disappeared.
He just left his car up here.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.

Nobody seems to know why he
Would disappear just leaving me here.
On a dirty hill for all time
Me and the pine tree that I stand behind.

He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth. 

Because typing is easier than writing

Often times, I scare myself with the poems I write. This is one of
those poems I discovered in one of books. I barely remember writing
it, but I know it's mine.

In the Dark
In the dark, you'll find the hurt and pain,
The watchers of life standing in the rain,
They watch the world spin, taking in it all,
All they've done, what they did, to let themselves fall.
As they did before & the ones before them,
Passed through generations like a heritage gem.
Sorrow fills their hearts, inside and out.
No fear, no hope, little but doubt.

In the dark you'll find an audience ready to view,
The coming end of the world and you.
They stand aside to rest and wait,
For the day you join their silence and hate.
Some want to know you, want to be freed,
But you turn your heads, out of shame and greed.
Won't help us, won't touch us, won't even look,
But you read about us in your paper or book.
Won't talk to us, feed us, not one little bit,
Thinking we're nothing, no mind, no wit.

We were you once, when our lives were okay.
We had family & friends, enough food & pay.
But look what's happened, now it's all done and said.
The tears are dried, no more bloodshed.
You wouldn't help us, now only few live.
We begged & pleaded, nothing to give.
Well I can't wait to see you here with the few of us left,
Relying on garbage, donations, and theft.
Can't wait to see how much you'll cry,
When we take our time to enjoy watching you die.

In the dark is where I am, where I'll stay,
To live my life out...what's left, anyway.

♥Kay♥