Thursday, May 27, 2010

fools on parade, cavort and carry on

prescriptions make me
what i am labeled to be
unfeeling cold medical names
too long to say but dancing
around your tongue anyway
we're not angry or alone
we're just looking for answers
among adolescent fog
we are trendy, filled with apathy
and cigarrette smoke
Wisdom hasn't arrived at our
doorstep yet but
we pretend we know everything
because we do, oh yes, i do.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

as far as he sees, nothing's left in the cup

my closet
its a scary place.
monsters hold hands with the skeletons I keep, dancing in the dark under the mountains of clothes I use daily to cover my naked skin.
nakedness does not exist anymore,
for I have found a way to cover myself completely with the facade of happiness.
I have been waiting to peel it off, and hang it up in my closet where it belongs.
but still, it stays, covering every square inch so I am not exposed.
so no one knows
I wear this facade as protection
while I fight these demons
these monsters
these skeletons
my armor isn't strong enough
and fight and fight and fight
until they finally return to the closet
and rest at night
while I am asleep dreaming of a better life.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

we've got everything down to a science

i'm afraid

that if we touch our electricity will blow us to smitherines.
so hold my hand already.