Saturday, February 19, 2011
I am walking alone.
I walk alone. I walk alone. The rain is pouring. I don't think it will ever stop. My tears are streaming down my mud covered face. I don't know where I am going, but there is nothing to do but walk, walk alone. Everyone left me behind. I didn't expect it. Who would? I thought they cared. I don't know how long I've been walking. How long I've been walking alone through these empty streets. Time doesn't seem to matter to me anymore. I walk straight down the middle of the road. I walk alone. To my left are the old apartment buildings that they lived in. That we all lived in. Before they left me here. Left me here alone. To my right I see the old mall. It looks more like an abandoned shed now. I used to go to this mall, when it was fantastic and full of life. Just like the rest of this place. But not anymore. I am alone, walking alone. I am surrounded by broken down cars that were left behind. I guess I am a broken down car too, since those are all that was left behind. I climb on top of one of my new kin and scream. Scream until I can't breathe anymore. Of course no one heard me. No one is here but me. I walk alone. Through this once thriving metropolis. All it is now is my boulevard of broken dreams. Mud splashes me with every step I take. I keep my head facing the sky and let the rain blend with my never ending tears. I won't last long this way, all alone. I walk alone and it will kill me. But for now, I walk and walk and walk. All alone. I see a short glimpse of a shimmer behind the clouds. It could only have been my imagination. It was gone in a split second. Just like everyone and everything else. I walk alone with my face to the sky.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
I'm Thinking About You
I'm thinking about you. Like a fat boy thinks about cake. Like lightening thinks about thunder. Like popcorn thinks about butter. I'm thinking about you like shoes think about socks. Like fish think about water. Like fingers think about hands. Like Bella thinks about Edward. Like Jacob thinks about Bella. Like turkey thinks about Thanksgiving. Like ham thinks about Christmas. I'm thinking about you like skis think about the snow. Like girls think about diamonds. Like writers think about writing. Like a waterfall thinks about falling. I am thinking about you my dear.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Rock on out.
Rock out like you just learned a new dance move. Rock out like you just hiked Mount Everest and you did it in a day. Rock out like you just had your first kiss in the rain. Rock out like your in love and he loves you back. Rock out like your driving your grandpa's ferrari and he just told you he wants to give it to you. Rock out like the Vikings just won the superbowl. Rock out like you just landed your first back flip on your skis. Rock out like the only way to save the human race is to dance your butt off. Rock out like its your birthday and your mom made a different cake for each year you've been alive. Rock out like you saved your brother's life. Rock out like you scored the winning goal. Rock out like your giving a concert from the top of the Empire State Building and they are chanting your name. Rock out like somebody is paying you a million dollars to dance. Rock out like you just escaped prison and found a billion dollars. Rock out like your hero just handed you the reins. Rock out like there aint no floor. Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace. Rock out like the fireworks spell your name. Rock out like you just learned how to fly. Rock out like you were supposed to die on thursday and its friday. Rock out like your house burned down but your whole family and your dog made it out. Rock out like its your 120th birthday and you feel like running a marathon. Rock on out my friends, rock on out.
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