I Wrote This Early In The Morning Around 5am. This Is How Bad My Month Is Going And I Just Needed To Write About It And I Figured Poem Form Was The Best Way.
This month of August started out grand. But now I realize it's all around bland. I had a cute date on one hand and a bunch of best friends in the other. I figured for once, a summer unlike any other. I finally made friends I could count on and I wouldn't have it any other way. But something wicked I did cross which took this all away. Something so evil and black, that it took from me what I could possibly never get back. Plans had been ruined and promises were screwed. I had figured my friends thought me quite screwd. My sister's always needing of ride left me hanging high and dry. I could not form my plans because someone always fucked me in the end. But finally a little light and I finally made plans for the night. But then a call from my dad's doctor left my plans all mucked up and plundered. He had to goto the hospital to get pricked and poked and monitored. His heart was going into a state of chaos and leaving me with a little less of fate to believe in. Figuring, "Sure, take my dad too since you already took some of my friends times two." Friends I've known for years who really haven't seemed to recently give a care. Oh sure a care for themselves but they never get in touch with you unless you there in the room with them. Them, them, them that's how it always was well "Fuck you!" because now it's never again, again, again.
The week went by so slow and my dads health didn't seem to want to go. The doctor's needed better results so they shipped my dad to another hospital while probably muttering his usual insults. A Wednesday I come home from a visit with my dad and get on to check my mail and before I even seen who it was from I knew this day was hell. My assumption was right and my day was no longer bright. My cute date told me we can no longer see one another because she has found someone other. I knew this email was about this even before opening it and damn my sense of sixth because it just made me sick. Awkward was the word that got me the most and tore apart my heart. We were best of friends before we dated and I knew that it was wrong to be. But I felt she needed someone close and now I realize that was not me. Weeks before I wanted to end it but figured "Oh, one more week and I shall see." but fate quick turned around and stung me like a bee. But now I rid her out of my life and I wish I could go back in time and make her never mine. We could of still been friends but now it would be too weird and awkward and smeared. So now she has found a new love, one which she tells all and all and all. But yet, when we dated, never a mention or a whisper of a boyfriend nice and sensible. But oh well past is past and I am the past. A surgery was up next and I could only wonder the new hex and if I'd ever get a nice chance to relax. The doctors' said everything was fine just keep all your medicine and health care in line. So out of the hospital and back into the home and here is me still all alone.
But then a plan had formed and I realized things may somewhat be back to norm. Went for a tattoo of a special design only to be told that will cost me $130.00 and all I could say "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Another piece of bad news as if I really needed it but 3 friends came back with me to my humble abode to have some jewelry inserted. 2 were good but 1 got sick and all I could think was "Oh no." My new little sister fainted at the sight of her own blood and I quicked check on this sister of a different blood. Pupils were huge and skin was white. Sweaty and sick and I thought "What can I do to make this right?" Some vomit and a quick drink later and little one was feeling all better. I told her not to fret as she asked if I thought her dumb. I told her nyet it can happen to anyone. Took them back to Toona Town only to find their friend wearing a frown. Words were said and lies were founded. I just minded my own business and kept my head grounded. Almost lost my friend from Singapore and that would of killed me even more. I took a joke the wrong way and it almost caused me much dismay. So sorry to you when you read this but for now I must continue this business.
Sister and boyfriend have been here for 7 long days and I'm hoping for no longer stays. They drive me nuts with the bickering and with the television of theirs flickering. Movies and games are played all night because my sister's boyfriend has no fucking life. Then the evil and black suddenly out of nowhere decides to come back. It is here to once again claim some friends but these ones I never wanted to lose sight of again. That's right my little sister is one and her friend is another to be outdone. A law was told that because of my age I could get busted and that left me all flustered. How was I to tell my new sister that our friendship will disappear like a blister? It was hard to do and we both agreed we are screwed. It could all be right if I met her rents but that would be like sleeping through a hurricane in tents. Parents don't like me because of all my jewelry and never bother to find out the real me. Now I have to lose one with whom I have bonded so close with for the first time in forever because of a gay law probably made by a fat man eating a sandwich while all dressed in leather. I must find someway to work this out so I will not have to see the little one pout. Of all this horrid tale, this last part gave me the most doubt. I shed not one tear about the father, the cute date, the friends but the loss of a psuedo sibling gave me the most fear. I found myself a new best friend and now, what the fuck, it has to end? We shall see to a much higher degree.
August I hope is soon to be over and that this wickedness goes back down under. But of course one more shred of bad news as I just found out another friend must be leaving me again. Onto Florida to meet a new man and our friendship to left in a frying pan. Sure the phone calls will come and then emails and IM's but that only happens for so long before you are forgotten all along. Maybe she will finally settle her life and make someone a good wife. She left a lot of broken hearts here so let's hope she doesn't do it down there. But now this tale is done and August is still here. Who knows what will happen in the last few weeks but one thing I'd love to say is "August, get the fuck out of here you motherfucking freak!"
A Poem by Jamie Weir
PS: I used no names so no one can complain, but those of you who know what this about, don't get mad because I really needed to get this out. It's been bottled up for a little too long and it was really killing me like a fork in tongue. I guess lying down in a pitch dark room with your mind running on thoughts does help a lot. So that's how this came to be a poem by Jamie.
This month of August started out grand. But now I realize it's all around bland. I had a cute date on one hand and a bunch of best friends in the other. I figured for once, a summer unlike any other. I finally made friends I could count on and I wouldn't have it any other way. But something wicked I did cross which took this all away. Something so evil and black, that it took from me what I could possibly never get back. Plans had been ruined and promises were screwed. I had figured my friends thought me quite screwd. My sister's always needing of ride left me hanging high and dry. I could not form my plans because someone always fucked me in the end. But finally a little light and I finally made plans for the night. But then a call from my dad's doctor left my plans all mucked up and plundered. He had to goto the hospital to get pricked and poked and monitored. His heart was going into a state of chaos and leaving me with a little less of fate to believe in. Figuring, "Sure, take my dad too since you already took some of my friends times two." Friends I've known for years who really haven't seemed to recently give a care. Oh sure a care for themselves but they never get in touch with you unless you there in the room with them. Them, them, them that's how it always was well "Fuck you!" because now it's never again, again, again.
The week went by so slow and my dads health didn't seem to want to go. The doctor's needed better results so they shipped my dad to another hospital while probably muttering his usual insults. A Wednesday I come home from a visit with my dad and get on to check my mail and before I even seen who it was from I knew this day was hell. My assumption was right and my day was no longer bright. My cute date told me we can no longer see one another because she has found someone other. I knew this email was about this even before opening it and damn my sense of sixth because it just made me sick. Awkward was the word that got me the most and tore apart my heart. We were best of friends before we dated and I knew that it was wrong to be. But I felt she needed someone close and now I realize that was not me. Weeks before I wanted to end it but figured "Oh, one more week and I shall see." but fate quick turned around and stung me like a bee. But now I rid her out of my life and I wish I could go back in time and make her never mine. We could of still been friends but now it would be too weird and awkward and smeared. So now she has found a new love, one which she tells all and all and all. But yet, when we dated, never a mention or a whisper of a boyfriend nice and sensible. But oh well past is past and I am the past. A surgery was up next and I could only wonder the new hex and if I'd ever get a nice chance to relax. The doctors' said everything was fine just keep all your medicine and health care in line. So out of the hospital and back into the home and here is me still all alone.
But then a plan had formed and I realized things may somewhat be back to norm. Went for a tattoo of a special design only to be told that will cost me $130.00 and all I could say "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Another piece of bad news as if I really needed it but 3 friends came back with me to my humble abode to have some jewelry inserted. 2 were good but 1 got sick and all I could think was "Oh no." My new little sister fainted at the sight of her own blood and I quicked check on this sister of a different blood. Pupils were huge and skin was white. Sweaty and sick and I thought "What can I do to make this right?" Some vomit and a quick drink later and little one was feeling all better. I told her not to fret as she asked if I thought her dumb. I told her nyet it can happen to anyone. Took them back to Toona Town only to find their friend wearing a frown. Words were said and lies were founded. I just minded my own business and kept my head grounded. Almost lost my friend from Singapore and that would of killed me even more. I took a joke the wrong way and it almost caused me much dismay. So sorry to you when you read this but for now I must continue this business.
Sister and boyfriend have been here for 7 long days and I'm hoping for no longer stays. They drive me nuts with the bickering and with the television of theirs flickering. Movies and games are played all night because my sister's boyfriend has no fucking life. Then the evil and black suddenly out of nowhere decides to come back. It is here to once again claim some friends but these ones I never wanted to lose sight of again. That's right my little sister is one and her friend is another to be outdone. A law was told that because of my age I could get busted and that left me all flustered. How was I to tell my new sister that our friendship will disappear like a blister? It was hard to do and we both agreed we are screwed. It could all be right if I met her rents but that would be like sleeping through a hurricane in tents. Parents don't like me because of all my jewelry and never bother to find out the real me. Now I have to lose one with whom I have bonded so close with for the first time in forever because of a gay law probably made by a fat man eating a sandwich while all dressed in leather. I must find someway to work this out so I will not have to see the little one pout. Of all this horrid tale, this last part gave me the most doubt. I shed not one tear about the father, the cute date, the friends but the loss of a psuedo sibling gave me the most fear. I found myself a new best friend and now, what the fuck, it has to end? We shall see to a much higher degree.
August I hope is soon to be over and that this wickedness goes back down under. But of course one more shred of bad news as I just found out another friend must be leaving me again. Onto Florida to meet a new man and our friendship to left in a frying pan. Sure the phone calls will come and then emails and IM's but that only happens for so long before you are forgotten all along. Maybe she will finally settle her life and make someone a good wife. She left a lot of broken hearts here so let's hope she doesn't do it down there. But now this tale is done and August is still here. Who knows what will happen in the last few weeks but one thing I'd love to say is "August, get the fuck out of here you motherfucking freak!"
A Poem by Jamie Weir
PS: I used no names so no one can complain, but those of you who know what this about, don't get mad because I really needed to get this out. It's been bottled up for a little too long and it was really killing me like a fork in tongue. I guess lying down in a pitch dark room with your mind running on thoughts does help a lot. So that's how this came to be a poem by Jamie.
northstar:
aww.. i hope things get better for you cutie.