“Columnated Ruins Domino”
by Alvie Kidders, South Highlands, K.L
I’m here to put out a request;
No more shadows lain
Between us and the past.
Please let no more shadows stand
Between desires and acts.
*ghostly moaning*
“On The Isle Of Kleisonia”
by Dr. Rivaled Skied, Kaleidoscope Beach, K.L
In time, every flower will eat itself,
But I know of a fantastic place
Where trials are gone,
They cannot be anymore On the Isle (Of Kleisonia -ia -ia)
Beggin’ for a smile from outer-space
I fell under a shadow and it took my place
Looking at you waking.
Beggin’ for a future, gotta make it mine
But I know I’ve gotta get it out sometimes,
Cause it lost eyes, a shadow forms.
O! Who will live to say
that what what is lost cannot remain?
O! For a babe to take me home.
Yo, its great to not go insane,
As every flower must go away!
Deep inside, where you’re lost on an island
Where you will find true love.
On the Isle!
“Brave the Waves”
by Dasi Kielderv, Kaleidoscope City, K.L.
Press your eyes in hard til you see the stars that you are.
Getaway from it all; Its in the eyeballs.
I can simulate the colour space of the gods
And I can read your mind, and you’re wrong.
I can simulate the colour space of the gods
And I can read your mind, and you’re wrong.
Hun, I’ve got the shakes, don’t look at me; I won’t look at you.
Can we barter a give and take? Something to get me thru?
In imagined light, writhing and fighting awful things,
Addicted to your everything.
I have the shakes; shaking with you.
I have the shakes, are you shakin too?
Press your eyes in hard til you see the stars that you are.
If you can hide your face, you can get away.
In the deep embrace of the buried face
of another who just needs my everything
But if you can hide your face, you can get away.
So don’t look at me, and I won’t look at you.
“Hold Yr. Terror Close”
by The Go! Team, Brighton, UK
Dear, the future is only so near
So why should we all be alone?
Every night on the way home
This time, we should be starting again.
Get up and count up til Ten.
Seeing you combing yr hair,
Pretending that noone is there
You’re right, It could be wonderful,
But wait until tomorrow morning,
Learning to be you in what hurts most,
so close yr eyes and hold yr terror close
Out here, I hear you come in loud and clear.
You’ll carry the day thru the dark,
But never too long thru the park,
You’re right, stranger are easy to like.
Thunder and lightning won’t strike
Seeing that everything wends
Seeing that everything ends
Just please, give me the chance to say “no”.
But wait until tomorrow morning,
Learning to be you in what hurts most,
so close yr eyes and hold yr terror close
“Sister”
by T. J. Moore, Now York, N.Y.
I went away to see an old friend of mine.
His sister came over, she was out of her mind.
Talkin’ bout how jesus had a twin,
Who knows nothing about sin.
And she was laughing like crazy
At some trouble I’m in.
Her light eyes went dancing,
as she went insane.
Her brother called her a bitch,
What a thing to say.
By now she kept on coming closer,
sayin’ that she could see it in my bones;
The schizophrenia had taken me home.
The future is static, and its already happened.
I could tuck you in, we could try to talk about it.
But I had a dream, and it split the seams.
Now I’ve got a hunch its comin’back again.
Wooooooo
“Cocaine”
by Erv Dalis Dike, Naples Swamp, K.L.
You won’t try to pass me by, will ya babe?
Youthful hands can’t get enough of this pain.
A set of kicks against the floor to convey
The tempo and try n’ keep me sane
You’ve no mind to pass me by, I’m Cocaine.
Youthful hands won’t get enough of this pain.
They say theres something better than me
But I cannot imagine that thing!
Wa-hoo!
You won’t try to pass me by, will ya babe?
Your youthful minds can’t get enough of this pain.
“Vivacity”
by Kelsi Varidevd, Kaleidoscope City, K.L.
Two shadows fucking really rough, use thoughts to get them off,
As though their resplendent temple bodies aint enough,
But if you don’t find the inner light, you’ll never get the outside right.
Viva City: Animated and lively.
The city terrifies, lest she should ever fear,
But the truest evil coyly lives between yr ears.
O! I was born from electric buzz on the outskirts of a dead metropolis!
I began abruptly, awake, and shaking with screams,
And crying out for the unconscious slime
That I had just been forced to leave.
But you know what you resist persists,
Existence forces it to be.
Viva City; Animated and lively.
*ghostly moaning*
Gone is the world you want and miss,
And here is a shell that looks just like it did.
Gone is the world you want and miss,
And here is a shell that looks just like it did.
Gone is the world you want and miss,
And here is a shell that looks just like it did.
Gone is the world you want and miss,
And here is a shell that looks just like it did.
Gone is the world you want and miss,
And here is a shell that looks just like it did.
“We Are Shapes and Colours”
by L. Skivea-Reidd, Organa Mountain, K.L.
When I could study the waves of blood
That like to slosh from side to side
Of the cartoon cube in my head, as I wave
“Goodbye.”
As a cartoon teen, I always was a fan of it.
But when I was at peace with the world,
I was just shooting myself in the later foot.
As a cartoon teen, I always was a fan of it.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother
Now I’m sprayin’ demons everytime that I sing,
And I let a heavy duty person into my head
Now I don’t own the time
That I thought was mine.
Yes I’m holding back something,
Quivering in a shadows coat,
Just really living as a brain
I need something more.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
We are shapes, we are colours,
We were meant for eachother.
****1933*****
Red radio flier that I had my heart set on
is now little more than just another thing that I’ve refused to let go of.
But I’ll live and breath by the hand of my childhood,
not anymore.
On Earth, theres sentient shadows giving hope.
I’ve watched the topsoil-iest of all the hay-seeds watch their dark sun rise and then explode
Now, I’m aching to feed from the hand of my lover,
That ghastly and now ghostly god who brought me life so long ago.
How like the lazy blood of love to refuse to see the coming denouement.
The Earth that sentient shadows are marching on
I used to call them Satan until scientism made that wrong
And left me riding all alone.
On my own.
On Earth theres something awfuls taken hold
It took my friends down to Assholetown and left me riding all alone.