All Your Thoughts Rot
Maybe today, all you people will see,
All the things you were meant to be.
Tear you down, build you back up,
Will it hide truth or clear the muck?
Reach out your hand; grasp the light,
Gnashing teeth are left alone to fight.
Why is it we lose every sense of "me",
In facing our desire to be part of "we".
Breathe in the water, consume the air,
Shed more blood to make them care.
See me, hear me, know my strength,
Life rich in price, and short in length.
Exactly what your mother always said,
Without knowing that you were dead.
It seems I've been called to write a lot lately. The story was for my Spencer and this poem for my mother. They both asked me to write them something a while ago. I said i would and i keep my word, even if it takes a long time. Something Dustin should have learned. Both about me and for himself. The Renaissance Festival is coming in a month. I'm excited. Though I know, I don't have anyone to go with. Maybe the neighbors, but I doubt it. Spencer isn't in to that kind of thing. And my friend Brian who loves it and goes every year can't go with me because his ailing wife would get jealous. That makes me mad. We would have so much fun. And he is the last person to ever cheat on her. Plus, he's just a friend. BAH! How frustrating. I really want whit in my hair. Pete can i get true true white in my hair? Is is this just wishful thinking?
All the things you were meant to be.
Tear you down, build you back up,
Will it hide truth or clear the muck?
Reach out your hand; grasp the light,
Gnashing teeth are left alone to fight.
Why is it we lose every sense of "me",
In facing our desire to be part of "we".
Breathe in the water, consume the air,
Shed more blood to make them care.
See me, hear me, know my strength,
Life rich in price, and short in length.
Exactly what your mother always said,
Without knowing that you were dead.
It seems I've been called to write a lot lately. The story was for my Spencer and this poem for my mother. They both asked me to write them something a while ago. I said i would and i keep my word, even if it takes a long time. Something Dustin should have learned. Both about me and for himself. The Renaissance Festival is coming in a month. I'm excited. Though I know, I don't have anyone to go with. Maybe the neighbors, but I doubt it. Spencer isn't in to that kind of thing. And my friend Brian who loves it and goes every year can't go with me because his ailing wife would get jealous. That makes me mad. We would have so much fun. And he is the last person to ever cheat on her. Plus, he's just a friend. BAH! How frustrating. I really want whit in my hair. Pete can i get true true white in my hair? Is is this just wishful thinking?