When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
It Gets Hot In the End
"Walk away!" said Anne
"Walk away!!" "Go!!"
But I couldn’t…
My heart was beating to reach the finish line,
My mind could figure nothing at all,
My legs were determined to move to her,
and ‘cause there was no way to reach her,
She understood like always…
and stayed quiet.
We watched those wild angry plants grow…
They lashed out at us with their smoking orange branches
with smoking orange leaves.
And we just stood,
Looking at each other…
The black clouds that puffed out
were destroying our vision,
and our breathing…
But we just stood.
Now I could just see her outline
and I hope she could see me better…
But as long as she was standing,
As long as I was standing,
We were fine.
And then something fell upon me.
It had to be the sky.
I saw the stars it sheltered,
And I think she fell on her knees too.
The lashing branches embraced me
as one of their own…
And maybe all was forgiven.
I’m Not Kidding
One more reason why I shouldn’t stab myself
and I’ll stab you myself.
And I wouldn’t stop till I’m sure there’ll be no more reasoning.
And I’m sure it’s gonna take hours
but at least you’ll move on.
The Hunger Games
You Don’t Wanna Hear About Me
I could talk about all the shit I’m in today
I could even write a poem about it
But you’d say it’s nothing compared to yours
And that’s something I don’t wanna know
I don’t want a distraction now
I don’t wish to make me feel better
Nor do I wish to see hope
I don’t trust hope anymore
It’s one of the disappointments you hold on to and can’t let go
Because in the end, it’s just how far better off we are than others
to reach the end
And no hope will get our bodies out of the shit swamp
And no bodies will give us hope in it
Because in the end it’s just how far worse or better I am than you
I’ve been to every corner of everywhere
but there isn’t any place
where I could be myself
where I could not think of hell
where I could sit in peace
and hold my breath
till the clocks turn impatient
and give me death
I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!
Cut the Long Story Short
A time when the sky shut its twinkling eyes and the moon gazed down covered with its shadowy blanket, Carrie the curious child woke up to a cry. Blew the wind so harsh with it that she wanted to let it go but thought otherwise the curious itch she always showed. Creepy it was outside as Carrie stepped unnoticed and headed towards the cry. Distance closing in, she marched on with the will of a fly.
“Everyday this happens and it is always me,” complained a figure cloaked in crimson whose hooded face she couldn’t see. Fear is something a curious child never keeps and Carrie was no different so she neared the one who weeps. “Go away you fool for this is not your time nor place!” shivered a voice from the still hidden face. “How are you doing?” asked Carrie instead with not a bit of care or worry to the warning by the hooded head. “I heard you cry and wondered if I could help,” added the curious child so true to herself. Just when she thought all was in vain and turned away, the figure in crimson had something to say. “Kicked out from above to rot and roam under, I am now tired of being a blunder. Lifting up souls of people I don’t know, I strike hearts wishing they’ve reaped as they’ve sown,” uttered the grim figure as he sunk and sighed and wished the girl didn’t think he lied.
“My O my, I know you, I know you. Not so long ago you’d been to my home too,” said Carrie through the swirling haze as she tried to steal a look of the soul-lifter’s face. On hearing her words the hooded head dropped and Carrie was amazed at how easily he sobbed. “Please don’t be angry or upset for I do what I’m bound to with no purpose or regret,” said the crimson cloaked figure nearing Carrie and their eyes met. “Quit with your sad face whose only auburn eyes I see and quiet with your cries that sound even worse than me.” “Rest in peace now and it will all go away,” said Carrie thinking it was a waste here to stay. “So kind of you to tell me so but resting in peace is something I’ll never know…” went on the soul-lifter thinking it was time to go.
Then heard was a bell. “Until next time then but when I just can’t say. Very sure we’d meet sometime some way,” added the grim figure with nothing else to tell. With the swipe of his bony hand the crimson cloaked was gone and Carrie walked back home alone. Xylophones were playing when she neared her door and Carrie didn’t know anymore where she was supposed to go. Young and brave as the curious girl was, no one can outrun - a blessing or a curse. Zero words were spoken between the two and the crimson cloaked figure now reaches out to you.
With A Little Help From Forgotten Dregs
Oh, the jobs people work at! Out west near Hawtch-Hawtch there’s a Hawtch-Hawtcher bee watcher, his job is to watch. Is to keep both his eyes on the lazy town bee, a bee that is watched will work harder you see. So he watched and he watched, but in spite of his watch that bee didn’t work any harder not mawtch. So then somebody said “Our old bee-watching man just isn’t bee watching as hard as he can, he ought to be watched by another Hawtch-Hawtcher! The thing that we need is a bee-watcher-watcher!”. Well, the bee-watcher-watcher watched the bee-watcher. He didn’t watch well so another Hawtch-Hawtcher had to come in as a watch-watcher-watcher! And now all the Hawtchers who live in Hawtch-Hawtch are watching on watch watcher watchering watch, watch watching the watcher who’s watching that bee. You’re not a Hawtch-Watcher you’re lucky you see!