"The Innoculations"

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:16 am

Ok... I'm tired as hell. So, this is gonna' be fast and whatever else I don't feel like typing out right now to describe what it's gonna' be. This is the newest creation I've completed, and it's called "The Innoculations". It's about my past negativity. The central medaphor is referring to my previously, very outward expression of it. The medaphor itself, is Innoculations (vaccine, antibody, antigen, etc.) given to others without need, and therefore had harmful effects. I'm done typing this crap now.

"The Innoculations"

I was negative.
I never meant to be.
I pressed my pathetic shit
onto the cleanest of carpets.
I was full of pain.
I told everyone.
I clogged ears with cottonballs-
wet until dried. Then, they expanded.

(Pre-Chor. #1):
"Mr. Inconsiderate"
-A careless, "Moan and groan..." idiot.

(Chorus):
All reasons escape me.
-Can't figure out
why I did what I would come to despise.
After so many nights
of showing my crookedness,
I understand it.

I was neglegent.
I never let it cease.
I clung onto hopelessness,
and threw out the rope...
I swirled internal winds.
I sent them out to anyone.
I turned smiles to arrows,
pointing to the floors I was sprawled upon.

(Pre-Chor. #2):
"Mr. Inconsiderate"
-An ignorant, "Faucet-soul" pessimist.

(Chorus)

(Short Interlude, envisioned)

(Words to Bridge):
Emotions complicated
good judgement in me, that was far from past faded.
Lack of compassion was stated
by me as the reason that others should stay and wait in
darkness that I led them to share in.
I couldn't tell that my wishes were torment
interrupting their inner-comfort.
All I could think was, "Care could undo this."
Forceful and selfish, in blinding confusion,
trying to lift my head, I intruded
into their heads like an atom-bomb.
This was my addiction to feeling calm, I used to dream of. (Pause)

I thought that they were the guides.
They told me that I was wrong, and they were right.
-My head like a scrambled-egg, each time I felt a beating
I made them feel it too.

I had no control, over the title I wore:

(Pre-Chor. #3):
"Mr. Inconsiderate"
-A persistant, "Be my hope," lunatic.

(Chorus)

(Short musical Outro, envisioned)

EnD

I know this may look pretty weak, and if it does, I really have yet to notice. I'm just in a haze. -And the bridge may look long, but it's very short in length when sung. -Very fast paced funk type part of the song. But my eyes are heavy, and I'm kinda' not into more typing, so I'm gonna' go get a caffeinated beverage, come back here for a few more minutes just to mess around a bit, and then my pillow's waiting to catch my head. That's it. Later!

ubw rookie Joined: Nov 01, 2005 Posts: 67

I felt like a pessimist today...it's weird. I kept thinking i was making my friends feel down by my always feeling down (or at least i seem that way...i'm really just a calm person).

I only judge on the substance and how well thought-out the subject of the work is...i don't know exactly what you're hearing in your head, but you should give yourself more credit on this. Again, you did a very nice job. Not weak at all. I wonder what you write like in your sleep...

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 10:59 pm

-In my sleep? Well, in a loose leaf notebook, with a silver-coated cover, that I keep in my most beautiful of dreams. Very Happy

J/K. That would be an awesome notebook to have, though. Wouldn't it (directed towards all)? Later, Jessica! Mr. Green

"The Innoculations"

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