Rex (16)

Today, a theoried special day.
I'm supposed to be 16 today.
I'm too young to vote in polls.
I'm the target of little maggot drools.
I'm too old to drink a bottle.
I'm too young to eat a candle.
I'm too young to fuck an adult.
I'm too old for a childish occult.
I'm too dumb to take the lead.
I'm too smart so I must read.
I'm too stupid for these miserable lines.
I'm too fucked to have some time.
I'm too horny to be right there.
I'm to corny for people to bear.

Just ignore me, I'm just 16.
I'm not there, I'm just 16.
I'm not important, I'm just 16.
I'm not human, I'm just 16.
I'm not straight, I'm just 16.
I'm not white, I'm just 16.
I'm not frustrated, I'm just 16.
I'm not smart, I'm just 16.
I'm not anything but 16.

Fuck being 16!
Fuck Sweet 16!
It's not so fucking sweet when you feel the real world.
Throw away any happiness you have now.
Corrode your pride and bleed out your dignity.
Being 16 sucks major ass.

In The Center/ Ins Zentrum

I'm sitting in the centre of a circle
in the middle of a floor.
Moonlight from my window
beaming around the circumference.
No sound can be heard by anyone
except me.

No one hath heard my screaming
in the centre of the circle.
The spectacle my blood makes
through my crimson veins
with each wave my voice box releases.

Through the breaks of skin
blood outlies along the circumference.
The moon outlines this circle.
I got to cut away from the surface
in the centre of the circle.
But he holds me down
to punish me.

What light break through thy window
Burning a hole through my chest.
I can almost feel my screaming.
The theatre of Imagination
beneathe me.

Ich bin tot,
aber ich wohne hier in Hölle.
Mein Dignität lebt jämmerlich
und meine Seele ist gefoltert mit
die Anwesenheit von dein Image.

C5H14N2 Cadaverine

Ich sehe den Mann.
Der Mann ist hier.
Er sehe mich.
Er riecht von Diaminopentan
Ich liebe diesen Geruch.
Der Mann muß tot sein.
Ich sehe mit der Totenstarre
den Mann in seine Haut.
Das tut mir leid.
Seine Haut ist interessant Farben.
Die Farben sind sehr romantisch und schön.
Die Haut sind blau, rot, und violett von Totenflecke.
Der Mann liegt ruhig.
Es gibt kein Ton,
und Ich rieche Diaminopentan.
Diaminopentan,
so orgasmisch in seiner Einzigartigkeit,
ist durch der Mainstream nicht gebührend gewürdigt.
Ich sehe einen Mann.
Ein Mann ist hier auf dem Grund.
Hier liegt ein Mann, wen starb.
Auf Wiedersehen.

I see the man.
The man is here.
He sees me.
He smells of Cadaverine.
I love this scent.
The man must be dead.
I see the man with
Rigor mortis in his flesh.
I'm sorry about that.
The skin is blue, red, and violet.
The man lies still.
There is no sound,
and I smell Cadaverine.
Cadaverine,
so orgasmic in its uniqueness,
is not appreciated by the Mainstream.
I see a man.
A man is here on the ground.
Here lies a man whom died.
Goodbye.

Sweet 16

They say being sixteen brings fun
But I feel my life is more than half done.
Being sixteen makes you feel alive
but these are the days I just want to die.
Being sixteen you can drive a car
but living in a box means you don't get far.
Being sixteen is parties and sex
but with other restrictions I have nothing left.
Being sixteen is an innocent time
But with all I know, I'm in hell to rhyme.

This poetry has become cliche
Being sixteen's out
and we're not ok.
Those of us who are too young
for the adults above
but too old
for the kind below

Our desires and dreams
muted by those of the past
so we fall straight on ourselves
and flat on our ass.

Being sixteen no one hears my roar
It's hidden behind music and slammed doors
When I'm seventeen, Will I be alive.
12 % of us at 16 won't be around another year

Dada 10

You can't escape.
You won't escape.
You can't escape.
You'll never escape.

Behind these nicotine stained walls
lies the truth.
No one knows about it.
Not even you.

In the dark I like to read your mind,
but I'm frightened of the things I may find.
There must be something you're thinking of
to help you run away.

You'll never get a way.
You're never going to survive.
Stand down and shut up
Voices Carry.