They are playing their cards and not paying any mind to those around them. Little ornaments all over the place like little keepsakes. You think this will make a difference? With the snow on the ground and the food in the oven, it doesn’t make any sense not be happy. What if she is dying though? What if we just can’t see it? What if this is the last moments with her? Will you regret not listening to me then? I’ve got questions with answers that aren’t liable. The answers are just thrown at me like tomatoes on a stage. The show must go on right? Maybe this cat sitting out front knows what is going on. She seems to noticed every movement made by us. She probably knows even more than we think. Amazing how these things work.
So, hop in the car and lets go for a drive. I promise not to kill you, and if I do, I apologize, but you know how these switchbacks are. Treacherous. I’ll twirl us around as if this beast is dancing with the side of the mountain. A dance of life, a dance of death. Which one will the mountain choose? This makes sense to all of us, I’m sure. Crystal clear right? Still following me? Good. Next paragraph.
The marble tile met up with more a stone sky up above. The pillars were strong and nothing was tearing this beauty down, except maybe from the inside out. Huge bags came out one by one. Each full to the brim. They slinked away into the night. A new moon with no curious eyes around. Street lamps were out and not a single car was taking a midnight stroll. Perfection? Maybe. Let’s get in the truck and go, just keep driving out of there. Keep driving out of the bible belt and hit the Mississippi. Lets keep going until we’re in Canada and Alaska is at the tip of our tongue. Here we go!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
When You're 21
Where is my wolf? My strength and comfort? He’s lost in the world somewhere far away. What can I do besides just sit and wait out the storm? I’ve got these people chasing me around. One is eight-legged. The little/big thing chased me around until I couldn’t out-run it anymore. Beady black eyes and she’s back in the dog’s mouth. Hallucinogenic now? Maybe you’re right. Remember when I came crawling home on your door step cuz I just couldn’t see straight, thank you to the drugs. Thank you to the revenge she was seeking on me. Why’d I ever go back to all of that? Why’d I think it was worth it?
Now she wakes up started in a daze and it just seems all so real. Do you remember where you are? Do you remember who is laying next to you? Do you remember the handsome face that agreed to hold you when you’re scared and tell you everything is going to be alright? Maybe you have trust issues, but that’s ok, it happens to the best of us. Next year will be better. For who? When she was silently crying on the other side of the line, you knew right then that this was going to tear us apart. A huge black oak tree is now being chopped down piece by piece and there is nothing any of us can do about it. If it’s not one holiday, it’s another. The foundation is crumbling as he thinks he’s building it stronger. Her foundation has been rotting for years but never had the heart to tell. And mine, mine was/is holding on by a thread. Why can’t I dwell in the future? It doesn’t seem to hold good in it anymore.
Please don’t be angry, and please don’t be scared. Please oh please don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry it has to be this way, and I’m sorry I’ve runaway again. My life was so wrong and so in danger. Something was lurking behind every corner and I had no one there to protect me, no one to hold me at night to tell me everything was going to be ok. Look for the kittykat under the bed and in the shadows, you know she watches you so quietly. She loves this huge beautiful wolf that she can no longer talk to. Please don’t question. Trust and trust with everything you have. It’s for both of your good.
If you keep living in this life, where will you go? It’s wisdom that is coming in and you know it hurts. Did you think you’d ever live to see the day? Perhaps not, but you’ve proved yourself wrong. Let’s try for another trick. Let’s see how long you can hide and run from all these things that haunt you. With everything and everyone given up on you, you’ve ran out of options. They scream at you to get out. They point and wonder why you are so strange. Not completely understanding, they throw you around. Honesty doesn’t seem to buy this people.
Now she wakes up started in a daze and it just seems all so real. Do you remember where you are? Do you remember who is laying next to you? Do you remember the handsome face that agreed to hold you when you’re scared and tell you everything is going to be alright? Maybe you have trust issues, but that’s ok, it happens to the best of us. Next year will be better. For who? When she was silently crying on the other side of the line, you knew right then that this was going to tear us apart. A huge black oak tree is now being chopped down piece by piece and there is nothing any of us can do about it. If it’s not one holiday, it’s another. The foundation is crumbling as he thinks he’s building it stronger. Her foundation has been rotting for years but never had the heart to tell. And mine, mine was/is holding on by a thread. Why can’t I dwell in the future? It doesn’t seem to hold good in it anymore.
Please don’t be angry, and please don’t be scared. Please oh please don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry it has to be this way, and I’m sorry I’ve runaway again. My life was so wrong and so in danger. Something was lurking behind every corner and I had no one there to protect me, no one to hold me at night to tell me everything was going to be ok. Look for the kittykat under the bed and in the shadows, you know she watches you so quietly. She loves this huge beautiful wolf that she can no longer talk to. Please don’t question. Trust and trust with everything you have. It’s for both of your good.
If you keep living in this life, where will you go? It’s wisdom that is coming in and you know it hurts. Did you think you’d ever live to see the day? Perhaps not, but you’ve proved yourself wrong. Let’s try for another trick. Let’s see how long you can hide and run from all these things that haunt you. With everything and everyone given up on you, you’ve ran out of options. They scream at you to get out. They point and wonder why you are so strange. Not completely understanding, they throw you around. Honesty doesn’t seem to buy this people.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
A Sickly Gesture
Bring her down and laugh at her sick. Laugh at her and tell her she’s lying about the green in the toilet. Now sneak in and watch her bathe. Watch her in your sick mind. Tell her that she doesn’t have a choice and tell her that you want her and that you’ll do anything to get what you want. Tie her down in the tub and expect her to lie in the green and red. Mexico anyone? Laugh hysterically and just let it all cum out. Just let it pour, now imagine the spawn and what’ll do and look like. Not a child, spawn, that spawn will be gross and twisted. Makes you sick doesn’t it?
His fist is going to come around and knock you out, knock you down, you know how these angry drunks get. And an angry drunk he most definitely is. Well, forget that. You can hide and you can run, but you can’t escape and he’ll threaten and beat and when he is tired of that, he’ll plan his back up. His six five back up. Aren’t you just SOL. Can you control your mind without the drugs? Can you tell it no, and ask it to stop playing tricks on you? What can you do? Are you just a worthless whore? Well, god damn, you have a high self-esteem.
When you step out of the shower, you can’t even stand. You’re so wobbly and disoriented, you seem so unsure. You’re so sick and you know something is wrong with you. Tell me girl, what is it? Will the worm eat you up from the inside out? Can you eat and not feel like the world is crashing down on you? Probably not. Tell me when you have your funeral, I’m expecting a formal invitation, it should be a real treat, you filthy, dirty whore.
It’s disturbed and it’s inspiring this into you. The insanity grips you and tugs like the little cord that connects mother and baby. It’s controlling you. It’s stealing your will power. Keep letting it, and let it engulf you. Aren’t you just so beautiful sitting up on it’s pedestal? He’s going to go after you today, looking for you, haunting you. He wants you back, he wants to have you right in his reach. But you’ve run away from his jokes, from his lies. Will the beautiful girl in the tub every forgive you? Or does she even remember? Her memory has blocked it out, but unfortunate for you, it still lingers like a heavy fog in your mind. It clouds all other thoughts. Can you keep on living?
Or is this insanity creeping in and keeping hold. Staying and thriving. Something is growing deep in you. Deep in your soul, it’s beyond your mind now, and beyond the help of others. You’re living for something that no longer exists and no one is going to reach down to the bottom of your hole to pull you out.
The voodoo and the magic aren’t going to let go. Aren’t going to give up. It’s something that you’ll deal with. You’ll look it straight in the eye. Look closely at the mirror now. When his hands are plastered against that glass door, you scream but no one hears you. The blood from before is still on his hands and now the door is covered in it. Better break out the cleaning supplies. Will you listen? You’ve also the man with a bone. And then he went rolling home of course. But he never broke eye contact.
His fist is going to come around and knock you out, knock you down, you know how these angry drunks get. And an angry drunk he most definitely is. Well, forget that. You can hide and you can run, but you can’t escape and he’ll threaten and beat and when he is tired of that, he’ll plan his back up. His six five back up. Aren’t you just SOL. Can you control your mind without the drugs? Can you tell it no, and ask it to stop playing tricks on you? What can you do? Are you just a worthless whore? Well, god damn, you have a high self-esteem.
When you step out of the shower, you can’t even stand. You’re so wobbly and disoriented, you seem so unsure. You’re so sick and you know something is wrong with you. Tell me girl, what is it? Will the worm eat you up from the inside out? Can you eat and not feel like the world is crashing down on you? Probably not. Tell me when you have your funeral, I’m expecting a formal invitation, it should be a real treat, you filthy, dirty whore.
It’s disturbed and it’s inspiring this into you. The insanity grips you and tugs like the little cord that connects mother and baby. It’s controlling you. It’s stealing your will power. Keep letting it, and let it engulf you. Aren’t you just so beautiful sitting up on it’s pedestal? He’s going to go after you today, looking for you, haunting you. He wants you back, he wants to have you right in his reach. But you’ve run away from his jokes, from his lies. Will the beautiful girl in the tub every forgive you? Or does she even remember? Her memory has blocked it out, but unfortunate for you, it still lingers like a heavy fog in your mind. It clouds all other thoughts. Can you keep on living?
Or is this insanity creeping in and keeping hold. Staying and thriving. Something is growing deep in you. Deep in your soul, it’s beyond your mind now, and beyond the help of others. You’re living for something that no longer exists and no one is going to reach down to the bottom of your hole to pull you out.
The voodoo and the magic aren’t going to let go. Aren’t going to give up. It’s something that you’ll deal with. You’ll look it straight in the eye. Look closely at the mirror now. When his hands are plastered against that glass door, you scream but no one hears you. The blood from before is still on his hands and now the door is covered in it. Better break out the cleaning supplies. Will you listen? You’ve also the man with a bone. And then he went rolling home of course. But he never broke eye contact.
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