

Cycle I love fall, because its like everything is waking upCycle by ~emo-outfitter
For the first time before it all lays expressionless.
It's like the trees are trying to prove their worth to
Winter; pleading for their lives.
It's almost sad to watch the last leaves fall;
Naked branches when protection is most necessary.
The first frost and harsh winds make the limbs
Chatter and break, like one million freezing students
Snapping one million pencils.
Winter is nature's punishment.
Spring; the apology.
Flowers bud and birds chirp. It reminds me of an abusive
Husband begging for his wife's forgiveness.
Where every year she takes him back.


Digging Funny how a smile can mean the worst thing in the world. Like the sneer of dandelions on a perfect lawn or skid marks in front of a church on Sunday. Like your daddy beating you for spilling your milk, when you really didn't mean to and promising to pay for it with your paper route money. He didn't want you to have that paper route anyway. "Crap job for crap pay," he always said between those green teeth of his. Daddy's smiles had spite in 'em, the way a dog does when it's real livid and about to attack.Digging by ~emo-outfitter
"Nobody likes a happy ending unless it happens to them," Mom always said whenever something fine happened to someone else. I watched t


The World Turns White Do you feel in color?The World Turns White by ~emo-outfitter
Maybe you prefer the white promise
Of a blank page.
Spiders spin webs in corners while
Women talk over coffee,
Everyday at three.
You gave me goosebumps
Outside in summer.
I smiled at you, but you didn't see.
White pages yellow in time.
Smiles fade
With too much sun.
Spiders still spin and women
Still gossip over coffee,
Slightly strong.