BrokenI went up to heaven, but they sent me back.I fell down to hell, but all I got was flak.I would spread my wings, but they're withered and wracked.I looked for an exit, but all I see is black.I thought I would scream, but no air in my sacs.I felt for my heart, but it's chock full of plaque.I tried to think why, but my mind has just cracked.I at least have my soul, but what good is that?
Teardrops.It's Raining...I like the sound it makes on when it patters on the roof, I like the smell of the air when it rains and I like the cool feeling of the air on my face when it's raining. It's comforting to me. I do this all the time when I lose interest in other things. When life gets too hard and even simple activities feel meaningless, sometimes just looking out the window and watching the rain fall brings me the tiniest bit of joy. Of course there are other things that I watch out the window sometimes.There's a row of apartments across the street from where I live. Sometimes when I'm watching the rain come down I see people arriving and leaving. One of the most eye-catching people I've seen is this girl, I think she's in high school. She's very, very pretty, but I don't feel comfortable saying that to anyone. Not that I have anyone to say that to, aside from my mother and I don't need her accusing me of being a stalker or a rapist. Christ, I'd wish she'd stop watching Cops and Attorn
Half-BakedThe cake is a lie, but it's also a pie.Such a thing is quite spry, for a pastry to try .Now I don't mean to pry, or to poke 'round and spy.But when cupcakes cry, and donuts act wry,and the crullers decry, what the scones do deny.That's when things go awry, and the baker does sigh,and he looks to sky, and he asks...."Why, God why?"Then god does reply, "Ask some other guy..."