I like how the die was cast:
I know the last will be first, and the first will be last. Yet I worry about the future because I've lived through the past.
Ode to her flannel shirt.
The dark horse screams. The water mimics me. The sunlight keeps us clean. The night time keeps us lean For what. Inside of me? Garrett Johnson.
End times for eternity snow globes.
The road is like the sea
If you don’t have a corse set Who knows where you’ll be That’s why I fret For one day you’ll want to see Then you’ll forget And we will never be So is it sand that our names are set Or is our story in the stars for all to see?
It's not too crowded
Yet far too late in the day For everyone to React this way It's not a sadness It's a melancholy gladness All this busy body bustle STOP CLOSE lids And just LISTEN Don't Fret Twist, Wriggle, Or shake It's all you can take You are not numb Over blown or undone You are One of Billions In this crowd
She walks only to forget
The tears of her regret Only to fret and get The needs that are unmet
I fear the day
my heart fails to crack my ribs with the earthquake that shakes all the way to my skin, in the form of goosebumps I fear the day it forgets to recognize the heat of that flame
Motionless trees sinister
In their silence Images swirl of twisting pirates Shapes and shadows stoop Contorted, turn and beckon A voice whispers softly Of things that only darkness knows Shivering, eyes deceived
Inspired by the classic The Fog
Mum, I have dreams
that I wish would come true. That doesn't mean I neglect the ones dreamt by you. Dad, I have wishes that I dream at night. That doesn't mean I feel that yours aren't worth a fight. Mum, I know I am difficult and that I nag and whinge. But your words are sometimes painful and often make me cringe. Dad, I know I am different and that I prefer being on my own. But, you always misunderstand, thinking that I like being alone. Mum, I am sad and I always hide my tears because I am unable to fathom what is it that I fear. Dad, I am frightened of something I don't know. It mortifies me so much that I find it hard to show. I do love you both and I know I rarely say it because I feel I'm born in a world where I shall never fit.
You get what you get,
So, dear child, do not fret. For life is oh so wild! You never know what you'll win or lose in this ongoing gamble.
Another thing I did in English class.
The daily grind
Is on my mind Not all the time But on Sunday night I will recite this rhyme So I can sleep tight And not fret So I get Up On Time