She moved away when I turned 9.
She's the best drummer I've ever met.
He used to sing Ocean Avenue when we walked to class.
He said that no one could keep secrets quite like me.
He told me to learn how to say no.
It didn't seem as important as it does now.
She was half my height but had twice the heart.
She was the nicest friend I ever had.
He'd wake up at four in the morning to go running.
He read a lot of books and never spoke to me.
He wasn't quite the fastest swimmer on the team.
I wasn't quite the slowest.
She likes shelves and the color red.
She hates sloths.
He is the fastest swimmer I knew, but I'd never seen him swim.
He told me that he liked my haircut when I hadn't cut my hair.
He told me I owed him four years.
I don't owe them anything.
The children, they wait, for the first snow of the season
Anxious and breathless for nary a reason
Sleep will be kept with little ease and
Their love betrays the summer, but it’s hardly treason
The night before, the forecast calls for
A blizzard and storm and a frozen shore
Enough snow to reach the top of the door
The ice will be thicker than the old wood floor
The children, they waited, for the storm of the year
They fell asleep filled with hope and good cheer
Anxiety and breathlessness disappeared
They slept with dreams of all they hold dear
The morning of, the children arose
To pile on many layers of clothes
A fuzzy scarf to cover a nose
Four pairs of socks to cover some toes
The children, they sprinted for the front door
Worn boots scraping the old wood floor
Exiting the house, hearts ready to adore,
The children, they stared, it was frost galore
The ground was sprinkled with a layer of frost
The trees had vanished under a stark white cloth
The pond had frozen like an eggshell clock
The sky was misty and gray aloft
The children, they sprinted for their new playground
A wonderland of snow was what they had found
Crystals of ice covered the merry-go-round
Kings and Queens of the ice, or so they’d been crowned
With every step, fresh snow turned to slush
Every footfall forced chilled rain into mush
Royalty of snow played, and with just a push,
A fallen Queen urges snow to rush
The children, they trudged back inside
With calls from their mother to be complied
They warmed their hands by the fireside
While recalling their moments of wintery pride
Naptime calls for the children to rest
So they admit they had fought only their best
Slow like sloths with their heads to their chests
The Kings and Queens of the snow undressed
The mother, she recalls the new wood floor
As a child, sprinting for the front door
Wishing and hoping for something more
Snow so powerful, her heart would adore
beyond Montana’s yellow lines
there is a field
~a field of painted soles
and laces rubber tread
~a field of virgin curls
and fallen headlights
where kaleidoscope lenses
look onto twisted frames like origami halos
where teddy bears hug stop signs like pickets
fringed in anger
runaway childhoods sleep cautionary tales
beyond Montana’s blushing acne
there are red cup melodies
blasting from blacked out tints
weaving blues notes through Rock & Rap
distant cries are drowned by Bass
or maybe Bud (light)
a haze of teenage eyes
they might as well be ghost riders
whip game copped from GTA
these pubescents are a Vice to their City
blooming sidewalk sloths
like flowerbeds
beyond Montana
is a country of bar stools
where bar tenders play therapists
and therapists play coroners
precedents are shots of whiskey - taken to the head
and reflected in flooded eyes
beyond Montana
is a country of MADD mothers and SADD students
beyond Montana
is a country of unexpecting pedestrians
beyond Montana
is a field
~a field of wing-clipped snow angels
That field is Mariah's home now
and she challenges you to change
yourself
your friends
your country
she challenges you to
STOP DRUNK DRIVING
Also sloth is a group of bears. MADD is Mothers Against Drunk Driving. SADD is Students Against Destructive Decisions
"Sloths!",
she squawked,
almost incoherently,
I'd just took a sip of my tea.
"To most, they remain a mystery".
The remark remained a mystery to me.
She
A caring heart for an outsider that speak few words with the smile each time
She
A talented guardian with a slight psyche to ease the push of the world
She
Showed a guilted heart for crime she believed she commit when no anger held towards her
She
Saved the giant from self extinction just with the simple glimpse of eye
She
Checked in the battleground to see if the shoulder was down even though no battle was fought
She
A hidden support for my journey in the unknown
She
was the example of bridal I continue to seek
She
The first to hear when I made a comeback
Why was I cowardly? Why did I not speak the truth to my mind? Is it me or just she see the same thing? I would love to take her by my side and show her the legends that is growing, she was one of the ones that helped get the seeds sewn in the right place.
I
a giant that shared not a care for others out of shyness
I
a bear in the eyes in most but a teddy to those that care to look
I
loving to the family youth as I care for them as if they are mine
I
a bit psycho to all that catch a glimpse, but a resort that leads to peace for the elder
How many more battle must take over the skies before I can see the starlight dance once again? Where is that old lake that made the lights dance in her eyes? The trash of mankind has fogged the grounds, making it harder and harder to see the paradise I built.
They
judgemental sloths that never bother for the whol story
Time and time again, we experience things that we assume are great,
We soon find out that each thing would lead to our eventual fate.
It’s hard to trust someone that has lied to your face,
It’s hard to get over the past and move on to a new place.
Sick and tired of liars, cheaters and the weak minded,
Living life day by day oblivious to society; blinded.
Saying that things will get better and continue forth,
Believing what we hear daily and henceforth.
Taking in every little white lie and replaying each word,
Ignoring the atrocities that may have occurred.
You claim to be someone you’re not and neglect who you really are,
Actions contradict your words, how truly bizarre.
The words you speak turn to silent tears,
All you stood for is dead after all these years.
Time can’t change the past; it determines what may come,
Time can only heal the hearts and minds of some.
Even if we’re given all the time we may ever need,
Some still can’t hide their lust or greed.
Gluttons for attention, sloths throughout the day,
While pride, envy and wrath control all we ever say.
Those truths that you claim are real are far and few,
Lie to me again and prove to me that hypocrisy, thy name is you.
You spend all you're time cleaning you're razors and knifes
But for what?
To let the wound sit there and fester
To pick at the healing skin
To let it get infected
And the days go by slowly and the wounds healing at a sloths pace
Some leave thin white lines behind
Others red angry raised marks
And I know you lie on your bed looking at each and everyone of them
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
Each ear another one to lie to
Each mouth another one to feed
We're all but a statistic
And a very ugly one indeed
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
Hypocrites in their pedestals
As the sloths complain
The truth is hypothetical
And the self-righteous disdain
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
The sky scraping towers
The roads of traffic and rush
Beauty is only in the papers
And the tip of the artist's brush
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
Cold hearts shame the winter
Causing more damage than flood
We are but the earth's splinter
And we hunger for blood
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
Tomorrow is but a conjecture
Today is what we're worth
Will our children even have a future?
Or have we aborted them by birth?
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
We have guts for feeling
We have eyes to see
But indifference is more appealing
I hope it's just me
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
Lately I have been over taken by a strange urge to high five a sloth. In truth I cannot explain this
at least with any sense of legitimacy.
I just feel like it needs to happen.
When it does it will be like me building a bridge.
Across species?
Maybe a class or phylum?
I have not taken biology so i don't know jack about this hierarchy of life business.
I also feel like sloths can teach us more than we can teach them
Like our lives are so fast paced
like a race and we are struggling to get to a finish line
That doesn't exist...
Sloths are like slow the fuck down...
It'll be okay...
You'll get there...
I promise.
I kinda think i need that in my life.
A person...
or a sloth...
to just tell me it'll be alright.
I try and be that for so many other people
But I'm constantly losing my shit
on the inside.
Like most of the time
I'm fine
I can manage life
But that fear of dying
alone
unloved
It's always there
In the back of my mind
That can get the upper hand if my guard is down...
That shit scares me...
It's an irrational fear
I know that I am loved by many
I got buckets of love in this bitch
makin the Cosby's blush with all this love.
But still this emptiness persist...
like i am incomplete on some level
Like i have to fix myself
But I know on a conscious level that..
I am enough.
But on some other level
I don't fully believe this...
And I need someone to tell me this...
I need to highfive a sloth...
The 3 toed sloth
Rhymes with goth
Or is it oath
Moves slowly
Sometimes algae grows on his head
Joni Mitchell didn't mean him when she said
Wild things run fast
3 toed sloth, he'd come last
Once a week he climbs down from his tree
And that's to have a poo and pee
Now sloths get amorous
But sex is tricky up a tree
He moves too quick, he's not used to it
And hits the ground involuntarily
Randy broke his arm
Kind people fixed it with titanium
He resumes his slothful days
But now he's more careful with his loving ways
