They come in drained
trapped in their shells of sugary lava
I will help them
(more) they don’t believe my promises
I don’t blame them
but I make myself keep my promises
find out their stories
dig out the beautiful part of them
that is only eight
and is scared of the dark
and can’t tie their shoes
They soak it up
I want to drain myself
like a maple tree
of all my goodness
‘cause every kid deserves to be loved
and I want these sweet innocents
to be loved
I don’t want them to go home
anymore than they do
I will miss them
but they go home
and I hope that they’ve been able
to absorb all my hugs
and funny stories
like a flower in a drought
to last them through the winter (less)
Rosettes on the the wedding cake
In my aunt’s freezer
I couldn’t resist
(more) At five, I had my own frilly apron
A flower girl for my cousin! How thrilling
So I knew about the frozen delight
And snuck into the basement.
After the unauthorized sampling
I didn’t know I had red smears on my teeth.
Not caught red-handed
America is dying one soul at a time. We were promised something more, something better, we could be anything we wanted to be or so we were told, astronauts and journalists and doctors, and we were stupid enough to believe them.
(more) We don't know what to be excited about, and what to do with ourselves besides wait for an answer to come. And that doesn't mean shit. So we work retail, or we work service, we bow and we break, waiting for something, anything. Waiting. And the worst part is, we've heard it told back to us. Magazines, articles, fucking Brad Pitt in multi-million grossing movies have told us all we're doing is waiting, toiling, useless. It's like money's laughing at us, expecting us to be in on the joke that we're fucked with no hope for a better future.(less)
"Sit down and shut up Missy, it's time for a little talk, the kind where I talk and you listen. While shutting up."
(more) This is how my muse talks to me.
No respect at all. She says I have to earn it or some stupid shit like that. Like I have nothing else to do but earn respect from my muse.
That's one of the things that really pisses her off, my excessive disregard for capitalization and proper grammar.
Especially the part where I don't always give her a capital 'M'. She thinks by using a small 'm' I'm reducing her, like I'm not recognizing her importance.
Also, she thinks it's rude.
Ok I admit sometimes I do it just to piss her off but mostly, I really don't think about it.
That pisses her off even more.
"You're not gonna get out of this by making excuses and trying to be all cutesy or whatever the hell it is you think you're doing. I'm where it all comes from Missy. I wrote the book on it. So to speak."
She laughs in this really cool way, all husky and sexy, like she holds the Keys To The Kingdom and every secret contained within.
She wasn't laughing now. She looked...I can't even describe it....
"Of course you can't describe it idiot-girl, that's part of the point. How 'bout, oh, I don't know, *paying attention*!"
That got my attention, she had shrill down perfectly.
After a good solid five-minute stare-off, (she won, lets move on) she said one word.
OK,two words,but 'bitch' doesn't count,that's an endearment coming from her.
"Have a million different things started, you're all over the place! Scattered! Djinn, Vampires, Apocalypse, Empaths, Resurrected-Supernatural-Dogs,pick a road and walk it!"