breakup season it when
you look at your friends
break up
one
by
one by
one
you smile
and wonder when
it's gonna happen to you
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Is college really like grown up life?
As a whole?
As a hole...
I wanna run away with the circus.
I wanna run away with a pack of wild honey bees.
Not hornets; honey bees
I was bitten by a hornet when I was little, and I looked at the torn hornet with pulled out intestines a wiggling half-body struggling for it's life.
Then I walked away with my finger swollen.
I never forgot.
honey bees aren't that great either huh?
But they didn't bite me.
As a whole?
As a hole...
I wanna run away with the circus.
I wanna run away with a pack of wild honey bees.
Not hornets; honey bees
I was bitten by a hornet when I was little, and I looked at the torn hornet with pulled out intestines a wiggling half-body struggling for it's life.
Then I walked away with my finger swollen.
I never forgot.
honey bees aren't that great either huh?
But they didn't bite me.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
ive come the grips with the fact the last five years
of my life have meant nothing
well, grips, maybe not, I go from thoughts to grips rather quickly
as if it means i can ignore the fact that the only people
who understand what Ive done with half a decade are either
soldiers or travelers,
the first Im never in the company of and second I look
for in alleys like fellow vampires
for holloween I was myself
and I spent most of the night talking to Sarah Palin
at first I didnt recognize her and the introduction was ackward
seeing how I made a lasting impression and couldnt remember her
she produces reality television now
as the ghost that I was, disappeared for five years
I found myself stretching in conversations to think of
things that happened five years ago before I left
the night involved me hearing my name and then walking towards
the sound
the women all left around three about the same time the power went out
when the lights came back on Sarah Palin was gone
of my life have meant nothing
well, grips, maybe not, I go from thoughts to grips rather quickly
as if it means i can ignore the fact that the only people
who understand what Ive done with half a decade are either
soldiers or travelers,
the first Im never in the company of and second I look
for in alleys like fellow vampires
for holloween I was myself
and I spent most of the night talking to Sarah Palin
at first I didnt recognize her and the introduction was ackward
seeing how I made a lasting impression and couldnt remember her
she produces reality television now
as the ghost that I was, disappeared for five years
I found myself stretching in conversations to think of
things that happened five years ago before I left
the night involved me hearing my name and then walking towards
the sound
the women all left around three about the same time the power went out
when the lights came back on Sarah Palin was gone
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