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Fed Up and AngryIs it jealousy?
This drive you have
To ridicule everything I do?
Do you fear me?
What I stand for
What I do
What you cant understand
Why cant you understand?
They say the best friends are those that stick around
Even when theyve not been given a reason to
Which must make me the best friend of all
I know that you lack confidence
But why should that mean you have to knock mine?
At least I didnt lose my virginity
Just because everyone else was
And I didnt meet guys from the Internet
Just to get a cheap hotel room thrill
And I didnt abandon everyone
Just to come crawling back two years later
Im sick of being your jester
I dont tell you anything anymore
Because you wont take it seriously
Ill tell you things
When I can trust you again
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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