| Poetry |
| Forever Gone Oh misty morning I shoo you away, Clouds move in -- the sky so gray. Salty tears -- they burn my face, Loser is the first to finish this race. Vivid dreams of days long past, Turning moldy far too fast, Days of joy I spend not, A withered daisy in a freshly watered pot. Far too soon my day has come, No tears on my face -- now left are none. What I Won't Say Vomit fills my mouth as I see You walk down the hall. I can't say I hate you -- I just don't like you at all. You look like a piece of shit -- God knows, you smell like shit too! All of those crappy comments One day will come back at you. Some day you'll realize -- Realize how pathetic you are. Someone will point it out -- Someone you once called "bizarre." Maybe there's a reason -- A reason you're so cruel. Maybe someone hurt you in some way -- And it turned you into this -- But you doing it, too Is just passing it on. Someone will point it out You'll realize -- I'm sure. Pretending heartbeats fill the oddly silent air raindrops slap the moist window panes a light blush covers your pale, pale skin your hand glides around, into every groove and bend a sweet, sweet smell your shower-wet hair your deep brown eyes seem lost in emotion breathing a litte more rapid I move in a little closer to your warm body (it is cold in here!) underneath a quilt so warm so soft thoughts of my childhoodfill my mind thoughts of days in Sunday School when I was small when I thought my mother was tall at |