Boredomkills13

Maybe it's because I'm on my way to a funeral this Friday. She was my age and by that I don't mean it the way parents do, when they want to share afternoon coctails guilt free by leaving you with the kid half your size from down the street. Maybe it's through the invisble connection we shared, invisible because I never actually met her. Her dad was a friend of my dad's when he was in highschool and when he was passing by my grandparents house, in a silent breakdown, he decided he'd call up his best friends old number and see who answered. Maybe it's the way he looked at me that night. He would stare at me vacantly, through the loud noises i

 I want to rhyme The words to fall out of my mouth and onto the page To sing so sweetly as you do each time While you have me sit and watch, bound to this cage I'm drowning in the fountain of lies that I fed To keep your trust in me alive Imbued in the loss of love you once have for me instead Of seeing I've deprived what last chance I might have had before this scheme I contrived I anchored you down, grabbed hold of your heart refusing to let go until it ripped at the seams You won't resist as long I create the illusion that the sweet nectar of revenge is at your finger tips Only to hide this pain that I do suffer through each time the wor

Say anything, I'm wrong Yell anything, I'm overreacting Don't say anything and I'm loosing I want to sing But I don't know the words All I got to live for is to die So I choose to live We are not to be stepped on Like the grass beneath my toes Not to be expected with something that brings us to a wrong Instead of turning right Not to be messed with Like a recipe to be completed Not to be the words we hear or say Just a step in progress In something to be Alone but not better off Like music it goes on But it only came together once Moments pass You did move on even if you didn't mean too And if you choose not too You raise the blade Then it

Even if you think you can, would it ever happen? A second thought and the chance is gone for another day. A week. Year. I've been there and done that but definitely not twice. It wasn't a day, a week or year. Used all the will I could muster to drown my pride and duck tape my feet to the ground. I was waiting for a train. Trains aren't all that fast. Obviously I must look stupid, no way could that keep me glued to the ground, but it did, for a moment at least. I'm not immune to second thoughts. But I wasn't the one that broke the hold. Not even close. I'd hoped in a little town like this, in which the train never even stopped, and knowing e

There once was a man Always angry and red He traveled the land With the Army he led The crew fought hard and beheaded the Yeti But they were no match to Italy and his spaghetti They resisted the meal, ready and warm In till the meatballs began falling down in madly swarms The few that survived couldn't help it anymore The smell was intoxicating The taste was to adore But something was missing Something they couldn't quite put their finger on At least not in till a storm of parmesan came heavy and strong The cheese was neatly grated Long skinny strands falling from above Obviously serrated Killing the rest of the men off

All it took was one heart attack Two car crashes Three bad falls Four times bleeding to death And five seizures to call Sometimes I feel weak To think I can't even keep away from you that long There were sixty-seven visits to the hospital But only fifteen ambulance rides And that run over dog For some reason can't stand up on my own anymore Be my legs Control my mind Invade my soul Everything you said happened You must know something I don't Because you said so yourself Bad things do happen to bad people Yet you're the most pessimistic person I know Depressing thing I've seen And you have yet to experience the symptoms Of anyone on a fall

You can't think of me the way I do you I've sent you off clueless and confused I can't stop shaking when I think of you There's nothing that doesn't remind me Your face That time Your words And absently mine Still rotting under our lies But this time everything I did was a mistake Leaving you the chance to nail the dramatic scene Return a hero Kept your pride Even nabbed a boy And finally willing to take pity on me How long was I gone, how far have I traveled away from you? From everyone else? Not until I stubbornly declined what you spoon fed me did I realize You'd just left being right And I let you