Tea often makes me fart
Such gas that flows like art.
Like the red sea, my cheeks will part,
And a trombone brigade shall start.

:-P

With the growing cold,
Comes growing fear
Of emptiness
And nothingness near.

The bareness of winter
Hardens my soul
And dulls my spirit.
I'm an empty hole.

My fragile heart,
It twists and tears
Through hoping
And hating,
It wastes
And wears.

I know not what for
It longs or yearns,
But in my hopes of hopes,
I pray it learns.

Do I wait?
Or act?
Heart nor brain yet know.
What a process-
So long...
So slow.

Unexpected warmth glazes over the backs of my bare arms
As coppered leaves dance their way off trees,
To the ground around me.

I walk outside.
The icy air hits my face,
Chills my arms,
A cool embrace.

The autumn chill
Turns my soul to stone,
The wind biting
And piercing
Through every bone.

The sky has a darkness
It had not before,
When summer embraced me,
And sent loving warmth
To my core.

What is it
That makes
Mother Nature turn cruel,
With evil intentions,
Frost her devilish tool?

I cannot deny ( Read more... )

My whole mood just completely dropped because I was browsing Facebook, as usual, and I went to Tori's page ( Read more... )

It would have been nice to have had an actual mom.

Battle between the generations??

What next. Honestly. What other effed up shit is gonna happen next.  Just keep bringin' it.

Normal does not exist in my life, apparently.