lastbadger

I write slowly
sad words for the lonely
who stare at the stars
and desire the skies height to the depths
of their own heart
those poor sullen souls who'll let joy go
but hold on to pain, that sinking stone
I wish I could see the songs little girls sing
hear as they dance with their friends and sing into hairbrushes.
must be some sorta sickness thats grabbed me to be so obsessed with the hurt, little girls songs, and the lonely night sky

*journal poetry day rocks

Had a great time with my mother and father as we went for the test yesterday. It'll be avcouple of weeks before we get the results. But it was still cool.
Afterwards we went out to eat at this new mexican resteraunt. The place had no heat and it was freezing inside. It took an hour and a half before our food was finally served to us despite the fact we were one of only two groups in the whole place. It didn't bother me much though.
The whole time we waited my mom and dad kept taking turns telling me dirty little secrets about each other. Until just yesterday I hadn't realized how much my fathers alcohalism had totally ruled him. I also understood better why my mom married my stepfather, and not my dad. It was one of those rare occasions when all the familly crap just drops and you get to see your parents as the people they are.
I hope no one is too uncomfortable with me talking about my family here. They are a large part of my life. Just ask me about my brothers sometime. sometime when you got a half an hour to kill