Low Self Esteem Issue 12 Poetry Written By: Aphex Twin Dec. 05th, 1996 [*] LSE NEWS [*] First Of All, I'd Like To Say That You Can Find Issues Of Low Self Esteem On The Following FTP Site: FTP://FTP.EText.Org/pub/Zines/LowSelfEsteem, Thanks To The Operators Of The EText Archives For Giving This T-File Collection A Home. You May Also Request An Issue By Writing EMail To Me At The Following Address: PARKER_LEWIS@HOTMAIL.COM, You May Send Me Mail Concerning Comments, Flames, Or If You Want To Write Something For Low Self Esteem. Well, it's been some four or so months since I've last written an article, as always things change, since the last issue I've changed, I can sense these changed, they are spontaneous and can happen at any moment, I keep on looking back at old issues of LSE and see how much my writing style has changed from the first issue, these changes are of course, brought on by what I experience from everyday life, be it a good experience or bad experience, mostly in my life it's all bad experiences but one thing is for certain, I always gain a little more knowledge from these experiences. OK, enough with my talking, in this issue, I'll be including some poetry which I've written during those long boring math and portuguese classes. I don't have too much experience in writting poetry, this being my first crack at it, so don't expect the poems to be that great, anyways, I hope you like them, and see you in the next issue, when ever that may be (hopefully before Christmas). ú--ÄÄ[Aphex Twin]ÄÄ---ú "The Grim Reaper" ================= In my slumber In my sleep I hear a noise I hear it creep I can tell it's coming for me I can tell it'll set me free The black figure is before me He is the ender of my misery He raises his head, and tells me it's time I close my eyes, and wait for a sign Blackness engulfs me and I feel at rest Mr. Reaper, you're the fucken best! "Morbid Silence" ================ I close my eyes And try to be free But no matter what I do The noise follows me These people are killing my ears With their noise pollution I got so fed up I had to find a solution So I took out my gun and shot them one by one I was having so much fun I didn't want to be done And when I was finished I looked down at the dead They won't be making any more noise With that bullet in their head So I relax to the white sound But I can't hang around Soon the cops will show up on the scene And if I'm still here, they'll probably shoot me So listen to what I say Cause this will be my last sentence What ever you do Don't disturb my morbid silence "Dream House" ============= I'm not smart Because I'm a dumbass I'm not slim Because I'm a fatass I'm not handson Because I'm a freak I'm not cool Because I'm a geek I'm not rich Because I'm poor I'm not fun Because I'm a bore I'm not happy Because I'm sad I'm not cheerful Because I'm mad I'm not strong Because I'm weak I'm not social Because I never speak I'm not friendly Because I've lost all feelings I'm not hopeful Because the world has lost it's meanings I'm not driven Because I have no motivation I'm not relaxed Because I get no relaxation I'm not healthy Because I'm sick I'm not loveable Because I'm a dick I'm not talented Because I'm not good at anything I'm not brave Because I'm scared of everything I'm tired So leave me alone I've stoped caring Cause I'll soon be back home In my dream house... -- Aphex Twin