Biographical Poems
days of old
by linz azodracgetting older and getting steadily colder. the fun seems to get more scarce as each second passes by. will I end up one of those sad old ladies, bitter and alone? will I have cats instead of children, and paper instead of someone to talk to? will I share my life with no one fully, but be eager to talk to anyone who will listen? or will I wake up one day wondering where my life has gone? wake up to three screaming kids and a husband I don't even remember loving. watching late night tv just so he's asleep by the time I go to bed. will I be a hypocrite? will I forget I ever knew how to live? time is just too cruel for words...
Continue readingforgotten nights
by linz azodrac
nights I cant remember with people I'll never forget
one thing I remember is to take what I can get
living out of a suitcase will soon make you feel old
i got so used to leaving that I think my heart is cold
I sometimes think I see someone from places that I've been
but then I realize where I am and wont go back again
being on the road makes me feel like I am free
I remember its a great big world, and I am only me
I've been a pharmacist for patients on the street
I like to walk around with no shoes on my bare feet
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anti-me
by linz azodrac
my mind is a prison, the guard is my pen
this is my punishment for people I've been
its cold in this place but I'm starting to sweat
I live in the people I've tried to forget
I have no more tears so Ill just have to write
of the things I have seen with my near perfect sight
I love some good music that screams into me
my heart is so wounded, can nobody see?
I learned antisocial begins in the home
and I feel less lonely when I'm left alone
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biograph
by linz azodrac
I've been strung out cracked out drugged out zoned
I've been a zombie but now I'm just stoned
I walk a little funny and my back is never straight
I spend my life just waiting and I still believe in fate
I've been psychotic and maybe that's still me
I like getting lost and I long to be free
my room's always messy but in a clean way
organizing takes up most of my day
I smoke like a chimney and I always have a pen
my notebooks help remind me of people ive been
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the box
by linz azodracshes seen many faces, many roads, many ways of life. so many hands had come and gone, some come and gone again. nothing felt normal unless she was doing something new. she was seemingly unaffected by the outside world around her. she cried sometimes, and died sometimes, but still knew how to love. she knew how to love so she stayed as far away from it as possible. she ran from anything that required emotion, while desperately searching for someone to share her knowledge with. only when shes ready to leave can she start to connect. images and distorted memories are much better than people. as she drives away from each chapter of her life, she tosses yet another rearview mirror into the box sitting on her backseat.
Continue readingforgotten nights
by linz azodrac
nights I cant remember with people I'll never forget
one thing I remember is to take what I can get
living out of a suitcase will soon make you feel old
i got so used to leaving that I think my heart is cold
I sometimes think I see someone from places that I've been
but then I realize where I am and wont go back again
being on the road makes me feel like I am free
I remember its a great big world, and I am only me
I've been a pharmacist for patients on the street
I like to walk around with no shoes on my bare feet
......
finish line
by linz azodrac
I dont quite know just what to do
my blood is dripping on my shoe
my mind is tripping over you
and all because I fell for you
but I'm not sure that Im still there
there's no question that I care
but I was grasping for some air
and now my soul is getting bare
I like to smile with my eyes
I know you're not like other guys
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days of old
by linz azodracgetting older and getting steadily colder. the fun seems to get more scarce as each second passes by. will I end up one of those sad old ladies, bitter and alone? will I have cats instead of children, and paper instead of someone to talk to? will I share my life with no one fully, but be eager to talk to anyone who will listen? or will I wake up one day wondering where my life has gone? wake up to three screaming kids and a husband I don't even remember loving. watching late night tv just so he's asleep by the time I go to bed. will I be a hypocrite? will I forget I ever knew how to live? time is just too cruel for words...
Continue readingthe box
by linz azodracshes seen many faces, many roads, many ways of life. so many hands had come and gone, some come and gone again. nothing felt normal unless she was doing something new. she was seemingly unaffected by the outside world around her. she cried sometimes, and died sometimes, but still knew how to love. she knew how to love so she stayed as far away from it as possible. she ran from anything that required emotion, while desperately searching for someone to share her knowledge with. only when shes ready to leave can she start to connect. images and distorted memories are much better than people. as she drives away from each chapter of her life, she tosses yet another rearview mirror into the box sitting on her backseat.
Continue readingbiograph
by linz azodrac
I've been strung out cracked out drugged out zoned
I've been a zombie but now I'm just stoned
I walk a little funny and my back is never straight
I spend my life just waiting and I still believe in fate
I've been psychotic and maybe that's still me
I like getting lost and I long to be free
my room's always messy but in a clean way
organizing takes up most of my day
I smoke like a chimney and I always have a pen
my notebooks help remind me of people ive been
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