Showing posts with label The First Five. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The First Five. Show all posts

7/11/16

"For some there is no music" - Henry Rollins

For some there is no music
No lights
No fire
No untamed madness that breathes life
There is work
Anguish
Frustration
Rage
Despair
A dullness that rings like wooden thunder

2/8/16

"I want to take a screwdriver" - Henry Rollins

I want to take a screwdriver
Mutilate my face
Find a beautiful woman
Make her love me for what I am
Then say I don't need it and walk away

"If you're not strong inside yourself I don't even want to be near you." - Henry Rollins

If you're not strong inside yourself I don't even want to be near you.
Don't even look at me. I don't want to know your name. Life is too
short. The closest thing I can come to love, is respect. To me,
respect is miles beyond. That's the problem. Love can exist in spite
of a total lack of respect. To me, that's a fucking fat lie. I can only
carry myself. I can't respect anyone who can't stand on their own
two feet. If you want me, then you must want yourself ten times
more. You must be strong. Otherwise go fall in love and lie to your-
self as you beat yourself into happiness.

"I don't want a shoulder to lean on." - Henry Rollins

I don't want a shoulder to lean on. I don't need it. The whole idea of
“Someone, that special someone...!” is for me, a load of shit. I must
be fully contained. No leakage, no spillover. Dependency is weak-
ness. It's such a lie. Lying there in bed, in your lover's arms. She's
behind me, she believes in me! No one is behind me. I am behind
me. I believe in me. I don't need any support group to keep my head
together. I know what I have to do, so I should just shut up and do it.

2/4/16

"It hurt when I found out she dug her lies more than my truth" - Henry Rollins

It hurt when I found out she dug her lies more than my truth
It hurt when she finally broke down and saw the real thing
She was so let down
She felt like she had been ripped off
My truth incinerated her lies
I asked her if she loved me
She said that I wasn't the person she thought she knew
I told her I was right here
I was a lie to her lie
I let her down
I couldn't feel bad for being myself
It hurts to think that when we were looking into each other's eyes
We were looking at strangers we thought we knew so well

1/31/16

"Her eyes" - Henry Rollins

Her eyes
Her touch
Her voice
Takes my breath away
She's nice enough
To give it back
Thanks friend
I needed that

1/27/16

"I've got no romance left in me." - Henry Rollins

I've got no romance left in me. I know I once had it. I have no need
for love. You might have something to say about that, you might
have a few names to call me. I'm not that desperate anymore. That's
not to say that I've slacked off in the desperation department alto-
gether, far from it. I have less time and less things in my mind to
convince me of the need to support and perpetuate a lie.

Some will tell you that they need love to live. Well shit, people will
tell you a lot of stuff, like how you owe a stranger your life to
uphold the lie he's selling this week. Weakness is painless. Like
sliding down a razor so sharp you wouldn't think to look down on
the floor and see all the blood. The other night I looked down at her
and almost forgot her name. It's just flesh. Put your tears in an enve-
lope and send them to Hitler. They mean as much to his dead ass as
they do to me.

1/13/16

"She's kind of druggie." - Henry Rollins

She's kind of druggie. On again off again. The times when she's on,
she's on. She's bumming on having to come down. When she's off,
she's talking about getting on. She's not an addict, it's an on again,
off again kind of thing. You know, like those “heroin weekends”
people go for, meth runs, etc. You know what I'm talking about. She
pulls an apple cart, the driver has a stick with an apple on a string,
he dangles it in front of her nose. She sees a syringe, the needle
shines. She likes the word “spike.” The needle is a lover, she likes
the words “doing a dime.” The needle is boss, the needle is her best
friend. If she says, “Tie me off, lover” one more time I'll scream.

12/30/15

"There were things I wanted to tell you" - Henry Rollins

There were things I wanted to tell you
I couldn't get it together
I couldn't get past your eyes
After you were gone it hurt to have kept quiet
So easy to not say what you think
To not do what you want
Hard to take rejection
Easy to hurt someone else and not know it
Easy to make it hard