I am in the darkness
Away from the Light,
Walking through the desert,
In the valley
With a cloud hanging over my head.
I am alone in the pit
Crawling on my knees
Thirsty, for my cup is empty.
However I say it
I am broken, Lord.
I miss you.
and I'm tired of running.
I'm tired of
all of this
wanting
and waiting
and dreaming of things
that will never be.
Wonderful, lovely
things that would
make everything
tolerable.
But this thing,
love,
as it were,
does not exist.
Turn it up loud.
Drown out the sound
Of these thoughts
That crowd my head.
I dont want to think.
Not about what to wear.
Not about how crappy I feel
Not about when to quit
this job I hate.
I dont want to hear it.
I want to feel it.
Echo in these
Tired bones
Make my heart beat
To the drum beat.
Deafen my ears
To the words
They use as a weapon
To quiet their fears
I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT.
I WANT TO FEEL IT.
Loaded Question
"How are you?"
Terrible.
My alarm woke me up early,
and then I couldn't get back to sleep.
I ripped my favorite pair of jeans
because I inherited my mom's butt.
I was late for my Philosophy class
Since I got pulled over for speeding.
The girl that sits in front of me
had her pink, lace thong sticking
out of her jeans.
I didn't see the hot guy
I always see in the cafeteria,
while walking to my Scriptwriting class.
And now I'm at work
serving impatient customers
like yourself
food they can easily make at home.
By themselves.
"I'm okay."
