h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

A Black Heart

I want a black heart so i can no longer feel,
I need a black heart so i can heal,
I need to heal, to disreagard my sin,
I need to seal all that was within.

I want a black heart so i can no longer feel,
I need a black heart so i can heal,
I need my heart to be as a black wilted rose,
no longer a sweet passionate sent to my nose.

I need a black heart so i can no longer feel,
I need a black heart so i can heal,
I need to make my world real,
i need to lose how i feel,
i need to find a state of mind,
i need to be with my kind,
i need to be understood,
i need to stem the flood
of tears welling inside
of a dampness that corrupts this hide,
can it be found in my blood...
can it be found inside my mind...
can it be found in my heart..
can it be found in any part or place,
realm within this tortured soul?

Am i the one to know?

Give it me...

something to take away
something so i wont stay,
a chance to break from what i am
a chance to be a different man
id try id really try
id not die id not cry
id let you
i bet you wont
ive met your kind
you'r all alike
but it doesnt matter
it doesnt matter
no it doesnt matter any more to me
any more
any more
any more
no it doesnt matter any more
you've broke
you've stolen
that link
the things that once made
me think
are gone...

gah spelling mistakes

Wanna work on it alittle, hun?
Sure, I'll give you a brand new page!

there are only 2 mistakes scent not sent and disregard not disreagard
in the first poem so if you could change those then make my page id be grateful

Sure thingy!

elo, where'd u come from? i turn my back for 2 seconds and look what happens. nice work

scruff X

ta terri any news on the page elly?

no probs right i wanna ask everyone's advice, i just wrote a new poem i'm quite proud of, trouble is it's taking the piss out of a mental institute and some people may find it slightly insensitive and a bit offensive. it's all meant in jest obviously. should i post it?

scruff X

sure
you made the clarification here and that is what matters as far as i can see

Also, I can put a footnote, if you like.

o.k that'd be great elly, cheers here goes:

'Hello sir and welcome to the psychiatric line,
If you've never been here sir, if this is your first time
then listen to this message, we recorded it last week
because we didn't want to hear another bloody freak.
If you think that you're depressed and feel that you're alone,
you're probly right you boring sod put down the bloody phone.
If you think you share your head with two people or more,
then press the number 1 key...and 2 and 3 and 4.
If you think you're paranoid and don't know what to do,
then please press 5 and don't forget they're coming after you.
If you're posessed by satan, then take your crucifix,
and while you stab a virgin, press 6, 6 bloody 6.
If you believe that you're a smurf, if you're convinced of that,
you don't deserve no therapy, sod off you stupid pratt.
Thank you sir for calling our recorded psycho line,
we hope we've been a help for you in such a trying time
and please don't blame your problems on such thins as life or wine,
we know you're bloody mental as we see it all the time.'

scruff X

i needed a smile thank you

LIFE IN THE SEWERS OF SOCIETY

I found it hanging in the tree,
the rope attached below the knee,
there it swung
too and fro
there it hung
dangling far and low
the branch was thick
the body beaten
the face bruised and swollen
the stench was great
the soul long gone
the flesh was rotten beneath the skin
the punishment for his sin
it had begun the moment he had begun to hope
by the side of that smouldering fire and smoke
slowly it had risen to the sky
how his black heart had soared how it had flown
to be blown off course that fateful night
it had found another hanging in another tree
but she was hung not below the knee
she was hung from the neck
her mind had gone hence into heck
and so they dangle in their trees
swinging at various degrees
once they had swung so far and wide
that at 90 degrees
they were side by side
their ropes and bodies had entwined
the bond they had shared
though short and strong
could never have been long
for it was not meant to be
and so she swung to anothers tree
still they swing there no closer to side by side
im sorry dear she had once replied
i lied
it was all a laugh
it was such fun
but now i must be gone
i am decietful as you can see
i hang here from this tree
not from misfortune nor out place
for this beautiful face
is a warning to all men
of what shall befall them
if they trust
if they please
then so they shall find that they are crippled below the knees
the shall no longer run
there shall be no fun for these people i have hung
there shall be no laughter no songs sung
i lured them into my wood
i hid them
took care of their furious blood
i bid them come to me
so they did
so you fools can see,
you shall find all who come here in the trees
their blood drained
their faces flushed
the branches brushed
past when in a flurry of excite
they tried to escape their dire and fateful plight
their fate was sealed with this curse
of not knowing love from lust
and what is worse
they tried to tell themselves
the other one would do more wrong
be less fun
how foolish men are how they can be decieved by emotions new
situations far from real
fantasies were made for these
to shield men from their own thoughts
to disguise sin
to smother the voice within
that warned them of that fatal night
when moon was up
the air so still
truth was so beautiful
so real
but lies may be easier to disguise
when lust or love are in the eyes
so my bretheren so shall we hang until our bodies degrade
until we become parts of rock, air and soil
till rock is worn into sand,
till one day parts of us may stand
in the formation of new bodies of new souls
and so shall we repeatedly hang from the trees when once more
that decietful voice calls us by our names
my bretheren i warn you hurry with haste
run away from that so tempting place
or else you shall too become like me
so you shall hang in the trees
tied beneath the knees
a lesson must be learnt
a tale must be told
so the young of our kinfold
will be warned of the nature of man
that love may be lust and can be so hard to distinguish from the one
that before long it is too late the time has gone
do not my bretheren hang like me
do not go near that fatal psiren with her song
be fearful of what may become
when she is bored and time is long
bodies continue to hang from the trees
these great oaks of society

Ive found it again...God Help Me please...

it is gone
and so am i
dry that tear
do not cry
you will find me as i lie
engulfed in my state of mind
i will die a thousand times
before a word is spoken
a breath is taken
yet you shall never know
you never will care
and when i have told the truth
and when i have sold my soul
when i have laid all open for all to see
you shall find no good part of me
i am the one that was told of
i am the one you are scared of
i am simply one you can not save
i was lost from the start
i am your sinner and your saint
i am a newborn with a taint
a soul black a heart of glass
a broken mind another shall pass
pass me the blade and let it run deep
let the river run in the street
let the slumped body be consumed
as cars go past as stale fumes
engulf and wrap me protecting with their grime
that i shall not be here next time
a scream shall never utter forth
their lives shall run an uninterupted course
for once again it is plain for all to see
im just another modern teenage tragedy
of living in a world where right is wrong
the note shall be made the songs sung
the mourners few and far from young,
they will ask "another life well spent?"
to them i tell you "you never knew me"
"none ever saw my soul
none embraced that coal
black tarnished pitted face"
nothing to embrace without shrapnel of pain and spikes of sin
trying to escape the ticking time bomb within
i will be gone time is short
no it is too long
i can not wait my end will come
never after all is done
my life will flicker and fade,
my spining thread cut short and quick
the wind shall guide my path that night
the earth shall salute my slumped corpse
the water shall land on and be released from within
the fire shall consume my wretched life
the waste that was from start to end
in that hour i shall pass by you all my friends
my loved ones
the ones who will never know
i tried so hard
so hard to tell you
but you never had the time
and when it came it was never me you sought
i am not ashamed of that you see
ive accepted that none shall like the external me
the one i thought
i know the truth
she never would let me see her soul
she saw my truths and coped too well with those i could bear to tell
but i never learned to tell those i pursued for years,
i helped you with your relationships and am but a friend i cant ever be more can i? no.
So the place i have to go i can not face
i can no longer try and trace the parts of me i dared not touch
i found it and it scared me too much
my truth is cruel
my truth is hard to see by others external to me
the blackness is mine
i never shall escape but to haunt you
one last time you shall find my notes
and on the headstone let it be said
do not cry for this youth hes better off dead
the world was too painful for one such as he
born 1984 died...we shall see...

either i'nm going mad and i've posted this twice or i haven't and i now look stupid but .........they're like condensed stories. and very beautiful in a morbid kind of way, but still pretty *hug*

i have a sneaking suspicion i've posted this one before but it might be because it's in the same notebook as another one

if i could i'd find her
to whisper in her ear
that nothing matters anymore
i love her and i'm here
that she has been forgiven
and there's no more need to run
that i can't live without her
all she's given, all she's done
but now she's gone forever
so i'll smile and look above
and send my adoration to her
on the wings of love.


'in memory of Norma who died way too soon'

you danced around your kitchen
with the pixies in your blood
and sang like rusting kettles
since we loved you and you could
you always were our comfort
you refereed our fights
and if you felt like talking
then we'd put the world to rights.
But now we have no comfort
the world is never right
there's no dancing in your kitchen
and no fire glow at night
you garden is still growing
but without you we don't care
the colour is all gone now
they're just flowers, you're not there
and in the circle where we sat the tears would not stop falling
our hands clinged to each other and the silent screams kept calling
You know we loved you norma
always did and we still do
and i will always sit in fields
and cry and think of you
we keep your garden norma
and your pixie blood lives on
we know that you still love us
so our tears have finally gone.

Put some of your new stuff on, Scruff, and working on Diablos's.

thank ewe Elly, tis very much apreciated. *big hug*

scruff X

Sure.

are you doing my new page then?
aw thank you es and s terri and elly

Sure I am.