5 days
They locked me in the closet
pushed my face into the carpet
removed pieces of my engine
i still try to smile
Laughter in the hallway
Silence in the kitchen
broken glass and momma's lost it
i broke it but i can't fix it
it's lonely but it's mine
and the spidercrickets jumping
they don't scare me like
the people
they remember better than I do
what I feel
i never told them
i can't look at them
but they think i am
i point my eyes their way
think like them
be like them
or at least pretend
for god's sake
she said she loved me
then she left me
again and again and again and again
they always do
you will too
6 Comments:
you now have a new nickname, "eraserhead."
your problems aren't with me.
I believe you are in some kind of doubt.
my advice: the perspective will change, have the grace to realize it may not be today...
what an excellent day for an exorcism...
you gave me the nickname 'truth'. i haven't been living up to it.
i'm trying to find it.
you are correct. my problems aren't with you. you are great. you are my friend. you are a constant source of inspiration and feedback.
my problems are with me. my problems are with me becoming what i display instead of displaying what i am.
you are correct. i don't know what sells. and i'm not sure that can be learned. but i've been trying to sell for so long that i don't know what the product is anymore.
i love you, brother.
then will you put those comments back? (good luck)
they aren't worthy of your website.
you have something wonderful going on in unwonderful.
hopefully i can post something valuable.
i left the only one that came close.
I write "for" and "to" you in every word I say...
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