Stars and Stuff
A chill spilled into the air, letting my breath form pale clouds that sailed unstably into the sky. The Sunset, with its golden smiles and rosy cheeked clouds, had left about an hour ago. Now the night took its place with air crisp like apples and the wily wind leaving bitter kisses on my skin. As cold as it was, I laid down in the chilled blanket of grass, sprawled out to look upwards. No civilized lights or unruly trees blocked my view of the sky, streaked with violent colors of indigo and navy. The moon was absent tonight, leaving the stars to glitter in solitude. Up there twinkling were childhood wishes, forgotten but th
I'm a strange cup of tea.
I don't think anyone
will actually drink from me.
I'm Afraid I'm too sweet,
and will get caught in their throats.
I'm Afraid I'm too bitter,
and will get spat out like a joke.
I'm Scared I'm too strong,
and they'll all walk away.
I'm Scared I'm too weak,
and no one will stay.
I'm a strange cup of tea.
I don't think anyone
will ever drink from me.
A little bird once caught my eye
All Spiffed up in a feather white suit and tie
Like a cloud she drifted and flew
Dancing and soaring in that deep ocean of blue
That little bird she flew so well
A voice so sweet and strong it was a spell
And when the winter came to speak
Oh, that little bird she flew so weak
A little bird once caught my eye
And Sang to me about the sky
Now she is but a bit of poetry
That little bird is nothing more than just a memory.
I will not be caged.
I will not be locked away
like some disobediant child
Trust me,
I'm more than just disobediant.
There's nothing you can do!
I'm too determined for your silly tricks!
too smart and clever for your selfish games
It was you
who could chill my soul to it's core
But look at me now.
Where are you!
I'm not running anymore!
I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid of anything!
Do what you do,
come at me
Or are you Scared?
Oh, I can't stop laughing now
at how stupid I was to fear you.
Would you prefer it
if I cowered at you feet,
shying away to
wallow in my own tears
the way I used to?
I will not be cag
Revenge is like semi-sweet chocolate.
The first taste is rough, but gradually it gets sweeter,
something like honey water if you're really tasting it.
But once the chocolate melts down into your throat,
all it leaves is this bitter, thick film stuck onto the taste buds.
It's an unpleasant feeling, odd,
but you crave.
You crave that honey like sweetness on the tip of your tongue,
you want that warm chocolate flavor to coat your mouth,
and you'll never forget what it feels like to have such a horribly glorious treat.
Revenge is like semi-sweet chocolate,
you'll always want more.