The perfect storm formed, and it destroyed the village
The place where I felt most comfortable
It was majestic…
So powerful that I had to slow down and take it in a drop at a time
I had to stop and admire

The icy wind scathed my cheeks and ripped my sleeves
My eyes took a beating and still they tried to stay open
The ground broke into pieces below my feet
And I fell down… Feeling agony

I couldn’t breathe. I was so scared
All of this hurt until I heard a voice telling me
“Sing to your self as you would sing to a crying child to bring calm to his mind”

I sang hallelujah to the world and to my ego
I sang all the lullabies that I rememebered from my childhood.
I sang rock songs and gospel tunes
I was just entertaining myself

apocalypsepoet:

i must be immortal.
or this much alcohol
would have
already
killed
me.

The White Lie

Baby, don’t you know its easier to tell the truth

No need to be nice or to be so cool

you can say you don’t want me, it won’t be rough on me

just say it how it is and be done with it

But you don’t know what to do

when you strive to be kind all the time

so instead you tell me that I’m fine

that you’d want to see me again so soon

Honey, tell me now. How it feels to know

The you really were cruel

Even with your kind words of sailing my boat

because that little white lie became a jewel to me—and it wasn’t true

Tell me now girl! What I need to know!

don’t take your time, because you’re wasting mine

tell me how it goes! The song you sing in your head when you think about me

what you think about me

Are you happy now?

I just called you out

I said “make up your mind”

Just to figure things out

you said “listen now

I don’t need to hear this out

I am done for now—I mean to be nice”

But you were so cruel

you’ve always been so cruel

So cold and cruel

why don’t you stop with the white lies

Baby, don’t you know its easier to tell the truth

No need to be nice or to be so cool

you can say you don’t want me now— it won’t be rough on me

just say it how it is so no pain will come