night sits on the ground
nobody wants to say it
but the boy is gone

O! The Things I can do with this Language!
It can be turned ndsıpǝ-poʍu, and drawkcab,
and bɘɿoɿɿim as well —
rcsbamdel, like eggs, even.
Made to read, made to speak, made to listen.
It Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅs, it beckons, it s̷h̷a̷d̷e̷s̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷t̷r̷u̷t̷h̷.
It tєครєร, it ｂｒｏａｄｅｎｓ, it SCREAMS.
Narration, instruction, completion, construction:
all of these things Mine Ears do accept.
It is in this inexact form that I find myself exuberant,
laughing as Webster turns in his grave.

*Sometimes, I don't even need a pen.

I weep to wonder why we were chosen
for such a time so near to closing —
a time that's dark and dreary indeed
with valiant heroes whose hearts do bleed
when evil dreads arise again
to do battle 'til the end.

Thunder rumbles with malicious glee
at these people who hope to flee;
ere the tides of good are turned
and those who died are too soon burned
and those who died afore they fought
are torn asunder without thought.

But unto this troublesome time
a little light must surely shine?
Though dark shadows rub their hands with joy
for the machinations they employ
to wring the land of all that's dear
and leave us yet with days unclear?

Thus knights in armor ever-white
shall go forth to fight the fight;
Lo! Our triumph (though for a time)
shall blow the gates and the mind
shall clear the lands for those who bled
and leave us be to bury the dead.

For a time enjoy the peace
and always 'member that darksome beast:
all he wrought upon the land
the very land that we once ******
and do not forget that we did fight
side by side and might by might.

Thus this world would ever quake
should its evils lie awake —
but as prophecies are spake on high
we will sound the Battle's Cry
should evil dreads arise again
Take heart! We will do battle 'til the end.

Caution! She's not for you!
You're supposed to forget, right?
That's how it goes.

But then...

What if she hasn't forgotten?
She probably has.
Or at least she doesn't want to remember.

You'd tell yourself
Everyone has their time.
She definitely had yours.

Oh ah...

Brush your shoulders.
Shrug it off.
You're supposed to forget, right?

bedside clock
blinking red
repeating these moments
inside my head

January, Tuesday,
an hour, a minute;
A calendar year,
a second to win it.

Friday's high noon,
six weeks disavowed;
Nighttime's deadline,
is yesterday's now.

So when all is done,
after the fact;
It's all I can say,
there was no time to act.

I know you don't miss me
but I wish you would kiss me
and hug me and haunt me
and tell me you want me
and make me feel the way you always did.

Your smile my sunshine
your laughter my shoreline
I wish you were here
'cause I miss you my dear
please make me feel the way you always did.

dear upstairs neighbor,
do you own an elephant?
I think that you do.

There was this thing...remember?
It was something you said, not long ago...
Or maybe I just remember it that way.

Wouldn't it be great
To stop the world
And watch all of the people fall off?*

That's what the plaque said.

the time I know we just spent today
was the best long little like
I could spend your way

I can tell by the glow
of the bedside clock
that you've run off with my heart again.

would you believe me
if I told you the world's done?
I didn't think so

Silly Stormtrooper;
You wish you could shoot the things —
but really, you can't.