Women like this’ll just lay you out stiff
Shoes untied, but I’m staring down a goodbye
There ain’t much else on my mind
Except for the shoulda’s and coulda’s
And wonderin’ what the hell this was
Love or a car crash?
(more) One in the same
Battered and bruised
Same shit just different questions running through my head
The gods are pissing on me, A
Cold miserable rain
The kind of rain that makes you wish you were somewhere else
These people all look the same
Plastic faces, paper hearts, and skin just as thin
I order another beer and
Play the devil’s advocate
Someone’s gotta speak up for the guy
Everything changes after 1 AM
The air is a little colder
The streets are a little more bare
The people a little more abated
Or maybe they just don’t give a fuck
After the streetlights come on,
I see a bird on a wire
I guess he’s just as lost as I am
The road joins him for a song,
A beautiful lullaby,
As he finished I sat down for a while
Often it takes a journey through the shit
To see the beauty in this world
Soaring through the air high above the trees. Colors everywhere, noises bustling everywhere. Swooping low and rising high. Landing gracefully on a telephone pole. Ruffling feathers, then another flight. People like ants below, anyone of them a possible victim.
The mutants are everywhere; evolution has gone mad. And it may be too late to stop the change. We normals will soon be obsolete, extinct.
Perhaps you do not remember how it started. Perhaps you chose to ignore the warning signs. Those of us that did and voiced(more) our concerns were instead mocked and accused of causing undue alarm.
See how well that turned out.
We found their thinner, smaller bodies more attractive, and looked upon our massive figures with secret shame. When they evolved epidermal growths, why didn't anyone make a fuss when they were essentially walking about naked, ‘clothed' only in their strange new fur?
Oh, perhaps it was because they ceased walking altogether, with their newfound powers of flight.
What can we do against a new breed of advanced superbeings, staring down upon us from the skies?
In another few generations, there will be no more dinosaurs. Everyone will be like the birds.(less)
first time I saw you
you had burst
like a bird
and you sang
(more) that I decided
that you would make
a fine addition
to my home
but now I know better
you were not housebroken
which was a little
and you were so
in everything you did
that I eventually
whenever I looked at you
even when you had not
done anything yet
yes, you were a mischievous
bird, and it was wrong
of me to think
that I could tame you
but you could have
made that point
with much less pain
on my part
be free, little bird
I have learned my lesson
and you, I suppose
have a story
you can tell now
you were missing one before
but now it is there
etched into your feathers
in every notch on your beak
I will miss you
but not as much
as I will welcome
my peace of mind.(less)
"He's getting really good, huh?" Clair's voice brought Seb out of a daydream.
"Yeah. He's been up there since last night. He's practically become a bird." He looked up to the clear sky. "Sometimes I still can't believe it, you know. So much is so happening so fast(more) you barely have time to think about it."
Clair nodded and sipped his coffee. "It's nice to have some time like this. It's been too long since we've had a proper rest."
"Mhmm" Seb sighed in agreement.
"You especially. I mean, even before you were kind of..."
Seb tensed up. He knew what Clair was getting at. "How are you lately?"
Seb scowled. "I'm fine." He spat out with more venom than intended.
He obviously was not fine. Anyone that looked at him for more than two seconds could tell you that. Though they had not fought for a week, there were fresh scratches on his skin. He was getting thinner and his once-bright eyes now drowned in pools of darkness that circled them.
Clair was no fool, and he had looked at Seb for much, much longer than two seconds. He knew he was suffering. He pretended not to hear him tossing and turning in the night, or when he would cry out from nightmares, or when he would scratch at his own skin until he bled. He knew.