Jokes On You
You say I’m too selfless
And stiflingly jealous
I just need to care less
But you were naive in
Thinking you were everything
You say I’m too selfless
And stiflingly jealous
I just need to care less
But you were naive in
Thinking you were everything
Your life
Is not my fight
Your future in your own
You are now your own home
I’ll find protection elsewhere
You no longer have a friend here
That shattered against the wall
Where the bottle didn’t
Now I need protection from you
Isn’t that a devastating truth?
Now I know who you are
Pushing things way too far
Never taking responsibility
Even for what you did to me
Go ahead, I don’t care
Turn me into the enemy
It may not be fair
But at least you’re finally out of my hair
We’ll never be friends
You constructed this end
Destroyed any respect left for you
Another devastating truth
I won’t cry
Definitely won’t die
I wish you the best
But if you ever come around again
It will be off with your head
If you were here now
I’d have to tell you how
I don’t miss you at all
I thought I might let you know,
I am letting you go
Don’t write or call
There’s nothing here at all
Our ties are sevred
So goodbye, forever
I don’t miss you at all
It’s funny how I thought
After all I’ve taught
Perhaps you’d change
Maybe it was a phase
But I’ve figured you about baby
It’s not me that’s crazy
It’s you,
It’s you
They just spoke the truth
All your friends
They told me how
You would fall
Hands and knees
Give into life
I’m very sorry. Inspiration, where are you?
Autumn is the time of year when the fourth generation of Monarch butterflies is born – egg, caterpillar, chrysalis, adult butterfly. The adult butterflies migrate south for the winter, but this was an entirely different Autumn. She wasn’t heading south. She was only heading upwards.
This was Autumn Berkshire. There were only two caterpillars, two never-changing, fixed caterpillars (except when she was stricken with surprise, naturally). These two insects lived right on her face, right above those two piercing green eyes. Most of the time, the intensity of her eyes stole the stage from her massive eyebrows and other various imperfections. The candy-apple redness of her lipstick did nothing but add animation to the masterpiece that was her face. Freckles danced eloquently upon her nose and onto her cheeks, completely in-sync with time and space. Her pasty-white skin contrasted with her bright features; for this she was lucky. Autumn lived in a world, unfortunately, where beauty dictated the ease in which one walked through life.
For Autumn, life was only easy when she was happy. It took her twenty years to figure this out, but it still plagued her. “Why is it that people are nicer when I am happy, calm and look my best?” she wondered. It was a strange phenomenon that behavior was so easily swayed by such trivial matters. The truth is, we need other people in life. As human beings, we long for the comfort of those we love and trust. What is life without friends you love and a family you eventually learn to accept? Sucky.
“Why can’t we all just be nice? Even if we don’t want to sleep with someone, why can’t we be kind?” These are questions that have been asked many times before, this is nothing new, Autumn isn’t special in any way for wondering these things.
To only focus on those eye-brows, one could concoct that she was a beast, a down-right animal. However, subjecting one’s eyes to the whole package, eye-brows and all, stunning and other adjectives of that nature come to mind. She may have been the only girl in the entire history of human existence with monstrous eye-brows with capabilities to arouse jealousy of even the Paris Hilton clones in her little suburban high school.
The clones would snicker and stare. “I just can’t win” she thought to herself while still burdened by the gloomy walls of Lalaland High School.
there isn’t a poetic bone in my body
am I magical mystical?
do you mind the cut on my finger?
its been there all day long
did you know I go to bed at night?
I thought you were someone else once
I thought someone else was him too
sometimes we re-create the past
in attempt to create a better, revised future
only to be sorely disappointed
so lets not get our hopes up
let’s open our imaginations a bit
no reply to my funny text?
maybe your hitchhiking uncle was hurt
you had to be there for your mom
I’m still a funny person
Oh, you’ve noticed I’m not listening?
maybe I’m “just like that” sometimes…
you’re definitely not boring
let’s assume the best in each other
I am hilarious
and you are better than any book on my shelf
I love you
It’s a constant battle
between the corners
and I
they’re winning
you can see it on my legs
purple and blue
hurt and bruised
just like my heart
It makes me happy
To see you happy
That’s why I throw my gold at you
My Aquarius gold
At you
I’m rooting for technology
It is my mistress
I can manipulate it
Just like my mistress
I’m rooting for technology
But with add-ons
And plug-ins
Pride’s opposite,
which it cannot exist without
is equally as painful
as the happiness it brings about
If we could all just learn to coexist
then maybe
just maybe
there’d be no more fists
Forget the word ‘enemy’
Remember those you call your friends
There will be no more fighting
This doesn’t have to be the end
If it wasn’t for the beauty
in each and every one
how else would there be so many
made and born under this warm bright sun
If we could all just learn to coexist
then maybe
just maybe
there’d be no more fists
Forget my looks
look past my beliefs
I am a nice person
there’s so much more behind my teeth
Call this generic
Call me a bore
I found a flow
I’ll keep writing more
