I like going to my friends houses and posting bullshit stories. Then I giggle like a school girl when other dumbass freaks respond with statements like "potential murder..." It's either murder or attempted murder-DUH. I must be mentally ill (I hope) cause I really enjoy it. In the 70's it was even more fun with the CB radio, because you could hear the emotion in their voices. OH SHIT! There's the voices again, must be time for my haldol and meth, gotta go!

Anonymous...he slips between the cracks Anonymous...he sleeps beside the tracks And he dresses in shades of gray And he fades into the day Anonymous...he's the stranger in the park Anonymous...hears you whistling in the dark He's the silence when it rains And he watches you from the wings Anonymous...he's the whisper in the hall Anonymous...the shadow on your wall Leaves no footprints on the floor But he's listening at the door Turn the mirror to the wall Words break off and then they shatter when they fall Don't be afraid of all your lies He knows your patterns and your moods He can read between the lines Anonymous...he sleeps inside your coat Anonymous...dissolves in trembling smoke He's the truth behind your lies And he's right between your eyes. --T. Ashley

Hey I like that,thanks.

Great poetry Ashley. I'd like to read more. Original poetry only.

Dude, that was the almighty Tod Ashley of Cop Shoot Cop and Firewater infamy who wrote that. A great songwriter if there ever was one. Now if only his record label would get off its collective ass and release his new album, we could all be happy. And it's "don't be afraid or avert your eyes," not "don't be afraid of all your lies." Sorry about that.

You might like this one: "The Drunkard's Lament" Call me a cab and I'll tip the undertaker That fool couldn't tell a real stiff from a faker Well, I ain't no fool, I just play one on TV 'Cause misery loves company That's why everyone loves me Now buy me a drink and I'll tell you all a story About a bastard who traded in treasure for glory The treasure was true love, the bastard he was me And misery loves company That's why everyone loves me Well, I've been a rich man I've been a poor man Inside a Saturday night I've done the works And there's one thing I know You can't win if it ain't a fair fight I ain't seen the pastor since Sunday bloody morning All the girls in the choir are in labor or mourning Take one look in my eyes, I think you'll all agree That misery loves company And that's why everyone loves me I've done every shit job Handed out nose jobs Made a few friends in the tombs But I've found that in most cases Fixing the rat race Is better than pushing a broom Now, who shall I marry, the junky or the jailor? Your choices are few when they know you're a failure But there's one thing, that everyone in the bar agrees That misery loves company And that's why everyone loves me