there was a woman, young and timid.
a man approached her to rob her virginity,
but try as he might, she held on to her dignity.
nine months had gone by
once the baby arrived,
and despite other's warnings, she kept him.
when asked why she would keep a reminder of what was lost,
she smiled, for she knew what she'd been given.
i was born with a pen in my hand and a thumb in my mouth.
i would fill up sheet after sheet with the sketchings of my overly vivid imagination.
and as a four year old, i had an uncanny ability to draw realistic cleavage.
the partial nudity usually didn't upset my teachers-
it was that if i wasn't drawing women with huge tits, i was drawing people getting eaten by animals and dinosaurs and getting murdered with knives.
but i always got an 'a' in art class.
he pulled into the parking lot, which was mostly empty aside from a few stranded cars, and flicked his cigarette butt onto the pavement. as he was stepping out of his car, he noticed a small girl on a plastic tricycle. she had pigtail braids and was smiling. "did your daddy die when you were little?" he stood, caught off guard. "actually, he did." the girl's expression still hadn't changed. "my daddy died, too." and she rode away. the man slumped onto his car after being struck by a wave of unfamiliar emotions. he looked up in the direction the girl had been riding,
but she was gone.
the sun is always shining; grey skies are just nature's sunglasses.
we took turns plucking individual legs off of flies
to see how it would effect their balance.
we force-fed toads and made 'ant-killing rivers'.
our childhoods were riddled with destruction.
it's disgusting.
when i was seven, i had a secret recipe for what could have been world-renouned pet foods. i still have the recipes for two different kinds:
hamster food:
[just use a mixture of one or two ingredients, once or twice a week.]
unsweetened dry cereal, sunflower seeds, raisins, dried fruit, cat or dog kibble, unsalted peanuts, unsalted crackers, crumbled bread, and birdseed.
dog biscuits:
two-and-a-half cups wholewheat flour, half-cup nonfat powdered milk, one egg, six tablespoons margarine, one teaspoon sugar, one teaspoon salt, half-cup cold water, and three tablespoons of beef or chicken broth.
i'm assuming that was on a 'mix and serve' basis.
i had forgotten about being a child. it is good to remember.
"if god is love, then hatin' is satan."
if i say, "coelacanth" and you have no idea what i'm talking about, you should research it. watch something about it on youtube or the travel/history/discovery/national geographic channels. learn something new.
tonight, i just might cry myself to sleep.
it is the only form of expression i know
for the amount of passion i feel.
i just miss you.