damn you, bill.
the fabric beneath my soles brushes against the concrete
cut and cut by the rough edge of this stone world
i come across a bill
raising it to my nose i breathe life and death,
that faint, mysterious scent that has
the fabric beneath my soles brushes against the concrete
cut and cut by the rough edge of this stone world
i come across a bill
raising it to my nose i breathe life and death,
that faint, mysterious scent that has
Happiness is a cup of tea
Steeped to bitter perfection
It is humming along to a favorite melody
Slightly off key (as usual)
Happiness is a sad smile
Shared with an old friend
Half a turkey burger
add cheese
I want salad and fries
plus ketchup
and a cup of buttered noodles
because why should I have to choose
are you writing this down?
A drink, yes
the robins outside my window don't care if it is sunny or snowing. we have passed the 20th and their wings are made of maple sugar & time.
High of fifty four degrees
That was yesterday
T shirt skiing and I packed shorts
In the bottom of my backpack
High of twenty seven
That’s today
Maybe a t shirt
Later
But I walked to the mailbox
I never really realized how accents can change things
Cus he had an Australian accent and I could not see any flaws
Cus I met him yesterday at a college visit
Cus I was a part of his tour group for less than an hour
Give me something to wish for
Hhhf—
Something to wish for.
I go about every day of my life
Like there's nothing to look forward to
Because there's no end
To my misery
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
Formerly titled "An Ode to A Wasteland"
Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,
A time of year that lasts many a day.
solar-soft night because i stayed up whispering non-existent melodies to the dreaming clouds,
pierced the veil of daybreak with needle-sharp notes-
The attic always talks almost like it walks,
The sound echoes over and over always getting bolder
The attic's always right, time to think twice, for when you do you feel blue