EatMourCarpet

  it is 4:48, and there is no horizon. there is no light, and there is no sun today. There is the blacked-out sky, looming over our town like an overlord upon us. And we drive into the storm. Despite the pelting we recieve despite the threats the roars the anger our overlord thrusts at us we drive, still forward. past the broken down trucks and the headlights from the opposite direction they are all similar, they are all escaping. But we are not heroes for driving into this beast we are not soldiers we are just...     going home.

 My home is located far from us. It's been atleast ten years past since someone else sought refuge in my past it was this house, in the rural neighborhood with my dogs broken cage (of which I helped create) and apple trees littering the backyard With overgrown weeds. It is not anything but my childhood. this house in which the 7'o clock cartoons were good and the Christmas' had meaning. And now that I've been severed from the naive joyous and most of all- happy side of me, I ask you, new inhabitants            What's it like to live in my childhood? For I long to reunite.

       Goodbyes             are hard to follow    and when we said               farewell   I felt as though I had learned              a new language

  Time does not heal       all wounds  our gashes  are left with scars  in rememberance  of our snare.  Time does not heal       all wounds  we cannot heal  from the loss of a loved one  We can remember them in mind  but it is never enough.  Time cannot heal      any wounds at all  you have never had pain  nor a wound  if you have not lost      a friend.  time    can not justify  our sorrow     true wounds.   because,   time only heals   the wounds   that do not matter.

     she left  without leaving rent     and gave her son  to his father in Ohio      we walked in           a house    with the bathtub full    the T.V still on         in a house of Ghosts  

             we brush off                                  the grains of dirt                           small parasites                         on the newborn                          his little heart                                         hiccups                      a fragile shell                  and we feel pity                             for this poor infant           as being a soul                               that never stood                      its purpose.

     Can you honestly say your living your life?  Supposedly "laws" are "The condition of social order and justice created by adherence to such a system: a breakdown of law and CIVILIZED behavior."  But have you ever thought...That this "Civilized Behavior" is letting you LIVE life to it's fullest?    I often wonder; how much better and fulfilled lives of the 1900's were. When people seemed to drop out of highschool; struggled finding jobs, but most deffinatly had more FREEDOM and RIGHTS than this time era now.  In the 1960's people could go to a bar, get drunk, get into a dirty fight-  And not come home for the night. What happens now? You

I never noticed the impact he made on me, my father. He seemed alone. Like noone wanted to be with him, not even me. I admit, he always seemed like he wanted to be near me, like I'm the last thing he could hold onto. So I pushed away. "Chris, I had no idea you liked apple butter! I like it too!" phrases like that would just..push me away. We were magnets, he would draw near- I would negate his action...Maybe I shouldn't have fought to get away as much as I should have...Maybe if I accepted him into my shell, he wouldn't have overdosed. Maybe if I didn't act as though I hated him entirely, he wouldn't have died. This is just an article.  I'm

Grim face, Hidden under a grey mask.                    Unnoticed,          Even when her parents walk by.                                                        She's untouched,                       Remaining a virgin, Something hideous, That people only tell in ghost stories,                                               But she still laughs,                            She still smiles,                      And she'll blush if you look her way,          She hasn't forgotten... That she's still a person.                              Even if everyone else has.

Stop it Let your troubles leave. Drown Dissappear Run away from life. Hide Trip in your shadows... Fade in your mind... You're unwanted... But you're still here...? Why?         ~Because what you say can't overcome me...