I hate to leave the warmth of your arms
but the silence is unsettling and I gently escape.
As I tiptoe across the cold wood floor,
your eyes gaze my way, asking for more.
I flip the record over and gently place the needle down,
waiting for the windmill of Townshend to drown
the silence and the pain from my busy brain
and I settle back into your arms and your warmth
and wait for this high, that only you can bring.
I am not one to get my paws dirty
but I know it needs to be done
if the grass is ever to grow,
it’s going to need some sun.
The little sprouts peek through
as they stand tall one by one
I will eat them now,
who says they have to be done?
There are few things in this life
which can scare me to the core
as fear is something foreign
to me, no more than tragic lore.
But, the more time I spend
on this planet we call earth,
the more I tend to think
some fear has it’s worth.
My list, while it may be short
contains a scary thing or two:
a blank page, a mirror,
and how I feel for you.
When did the minivan
become a clown car?
This random thought
overtakes my mind
as I watch kid #10
pile out of the van,
screaming and running
through a parking lot
while their mom waddles out,
cigarette in mouth
and I try not to judge
as kid #3 pees
on a dying tree
but how odd I must be,
as I sit
quietly, alone, smokeless,
and of all things,
I pee indoors.
I try really hard
to ignore this feeling
but escape it futile
and my heart is reeling.
I try to sleep
and dream you away
but dreams of you
only ensure you stay.
I try to forget
the light that you create
as my savior from darkness
but it seems, this is fate.
Your wings flutter by
as I feel the gentle breeze
that touches my soul.
Empty words and broken promises
were the foundation on which we built,
aimlessly hoping for a mansion
instead of this crumbling mess of guilt.
Now, this abandoned construction site
contains the wreckage of our endeavor
and under the rubble piled high,
I know now, our love was not forever.
A silent blanket tucks the town in
as I am awakened by my gentle sin.
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Feeling what I know to be true,
I welcome your love, and return it to you.
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What I see in your eyes, is meant for me
and no one else can ever really see.
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Lovers by night, we can never be free
yet our love will flourish into what never should be.
I see movement in the corner
and know the prey is mine.
Slinking along in the shadows
I silently bide my time.
The fluttering comes to a stop
and I know that time is now
so I jump with all my might
landing softly, yet with a pow!
In an instant I feel the pain
but a true warrior never can quit
a little sting never hurt anyone,
who am I kidding, it hurts like shit.
It has always annoyed me when you are standing in line at the store and someone feels the need to comment on your purchase. Maybe this is because I try to avoid people altogether when I go to the store, but it feels like such an invasion of privacy even though your items are laid out for everyone to see. Being the smart ass that I am though, I always have an answer ready for every purchase I make. Here are a few of my most recent shopping lists that elicited some colorful comments.
While standing in line, the customer in front of me commented, “that’s a lot of garlic!” I quickly replied, “yeah, how else am I going to duct tape a vampire to the wall?”
As the cashier rings in my machete, “anyone can just buy these? No wonder there is so much violence.” Since I was making the purchase in a rough neighborhood, I decided to calm her fears, “oh, I only use the machete on zombies, but you should see what I can do with those pens.”
I always buy a lot of water since the tap water at home is undrinkable, but I guess to some this can seem odd as the person behind me in line says, “that’s a lot of water.” How original, I wonder how long it took him to come up with that one. Well, I had to fill him in on my plans with all that water, “just stockpiling since the end is nigh, may the force be with you.” I feel if you then push the cart away frantically, this adds effect.
Autumn Siders 