It's raining stars

It’s raining stars
Like the ones on her face
And the ones dancing in her eyes
It’s raining stars
Like the one burning bright millions of miles away
And the ones shooting across the skies

It’s raining stars
Big like the sun
And beautiful like the Milky Way
It’s raining stars
Glowing and radiant
Lighting up my day

It’s raining stars
Explosions of outer-space in the front office
And fires of the sun outside my window
It’s raining stars
Stunning it may seem
But striking me from within

It’s raining stars
A perfect chance to tell you how I feel
No better time, no instance more romantic
It’s raining stars
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I love you among the chaotic and the frantic

It’s raining stars
I hope to remember this when dead
Because death comes swiftly with these lights
It’s raining stars
I hope to remember you and this moment when dead
Because death comes swiftly with these trivial fights

It’s raining stars
I’ve messed up my words again
And you’re angry with me on Judgment Day
It’s raining stars
We’ve got such limited time
And I don’t want to waste it trying to find something right to say

It’s raining stars
You’re still by my side
Because Armageddon couldn’t pause this love
It’s raining stars
We’re still together
Because we both asked for forgiveness from above

It’s raining stars
No one’s left
We’ve all be sentenced to eternity wherever
It’s raining stars
Or has it stopped?
Because no one’s left, wherever

What It Feels Like To Be Wrong

I wonder if you regret it, but I don’t think you do.
I wonder how it felt. I wonder if I would have done the same.

I wonder if you appreciate beauty, you knew so much about it.
I wonder if you like the lights off. I wonder if you’re scared of the dark.

I wonder if, when you inhale, you smell sulfur. I wonder if you breath at all.
I wonder what you look like, but decide I don’t care.

I wonder how little courage you must have, to sneak and prowl in lies and arrogance.
I wonder why you don’t face me when I call you out. I won’t admit that I’m glad you don’t.

I wonder what you eat, though I already know what you hunger for.
I wonder if you sleep. I wonder if you need to.

I wonder how you feel about your name change.
Mostly, though, I wonder what it feels like to be wrong.
That wrong.





















Silly Lucifer, sinning is for humans.

I Forgot To Call...Again

(the five stages of grief)

“Pick up the phone, pick up the phone”
you chant under your breath
my cell’s not even ringing yet
and your worrying yourself to death

Calm down, pace yourself, I’m still inhaling
I haven’t pulled the trigger yet so don’t pull it for me
I spewed a few words, dropped a few phrases
Your misinterpretations aren’t helping
And now you roll through the phases

Step 1 - Denial
You deny I’m a killer - suicidal better yet
You deny you’re a killer - shoving the gun from my temple and (accidentally) knocking me down the stairs; crack - a broken neck, a shattered heart
You deny that we’re waiting here outside heaven’s gates
You deny we won’t see much of each other for the rest of eternity
You deny you’re the reason why all this happened

Step 2 - Anger
Yeah, I remember your fiery temper
It won’t help you where you’re going
It wouldn’t help you where I’m going, either
But nevertheless I will never forget it
-sheesh-
You knew how to yell
And scream
And throw…punches

Step 3 - Bargaining
Why would you switch with me?
It doesn’t make a difference.
We’d still be apart.
And that’s the only thing you’d change.
No matter where we are, as long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter, right?
Anything to keep us together.
Because we’re obviously so strong.
Stick like glue, right?
In Case You Hadn’t Noticed; we’re done for.

Step 4 - Depression
I still can’t believe you.
You’re getting depressed for all the wrong reasons.
No cure for a broken heart
When you can’t love anymore
All you can do it sit and ponder
Stand and ponder
Walk
Talk
Breathe
Freeze
Burn
and ponder
Wake up, it’s morning.

Step 5 - Acceptance
Morning time is beautiful when you can see it.
Can you see from where you are?
Do you experience it at all anymore?
I’d like to think I do,
but I can never be sure.

Audley Enuf

He stoked the fire when we tried to put it out. He started the fire when we were already burning. Audley Enuf is an average-looking fellow with below-average IQ points. We love him, regardless, of course, because, after all, he does have the best of intentions. He means us no real harm; but most of the time that’s what happens anyways.
It’s sad, really, that he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of pain - in spite of the amount of pain we inflict on him to try to make him understand. He just doesn’t grasp it. Like the time he pushed ol’ Mrs. Grainer down a flight of stairs; she broke her hip (among other things) but couldn’t ask for damages from a handicapped boke, could she? So we tried to help him recognize what he has done wrong (and put Mrs. Grainer at ease) by causing him an equal amount of pain.
Needless to say it didn’t work. I mean, you can tell by the state our town is in that we should have pushed a little harder. We were just too soft, that’s all; and now it’s too late. Well, I suppose in the end the lesson learned here is that you really shouldn’t physically abuse a retarded person - they don’t appreciate it. And they tend to rebel and cause mass chaos and injury to you and your townsfolk. So don’t try it, huh? Getting the town to fund it was more trouble than it was worth, anyways…

Almost Paper Cut

Night is falling. I’m at home; trying to find a scary movie …none interest me very much. It’s dark outside now, I’m alone and bored. I have unlimited Internet access, endless cable channels, two full-stocked fridges, movies, DVDs and CDs galore and, if I get really desperate; dogs to play with. Yet I find myself laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, wishing that dumb boy would get his act together and call me already.
BAM! A rock hits my kitchen window loudly and amazingly doesn’t break it. I roll off the couch and hit the floor, scrambling up just in time to duck as a second, bigger rock comes hurtling through the glass.
“What the hell?!” I whisper to myself, heart racing as I fight off the first wave of panic. I wait a few minutes in silence before moving to the kitchen, moving around the glass to take a look at the shattered window. I pick up the rock and tip toe to the front door. I turn off the porch light, unlock the door and quietly step outside.


…damn gophers…

A Dog's Life and Death

my fingers smell like nail polish
I painted them red
my face is streaked with blue and purple
I like the way they bring out my eyes
my dress is stained and torn
I chose something satiny and tight-fitting
my knees and feet are dirty and bruised
I crawled some of the way
and the worst part is you didn’t even notice.

but there was someone who did
someone who wanted to make sure I got home safe
and make sure I got out of those wet clothes
someone who followed me through the dark alley and dense woods
back to my dark, empty house
picking up my purse and shoes as they fell off my person
he even found my pearl earring
which he fished out of a murky puddle

freak
stalker freak

rings the doorbell
knocks on my door
does both
repeats
pounds on the door
jiggles the doorknob
commences yelling, “open the door!”

i have the bat now
and am ready to open the door
i do
i swing
i hit
i kill


my friend.

His name was Baxter.
I always made fun of him because he had such a typical dog name, you know? Not something you’d expect for a human boy.
He’d act like a dog sometimes, too.
Followed me home, wanted me to keep him. Always happy to see me. Loyal. Loving.
He loved me.
He saw my heart get torn up and stuffed down my own throat.
After defending me the best way he knew how (sockin’ the jerk right in the kisser), and he ran after me.
Good dog.

Baseball was Baxter’s favorite sport.
He gave me that bat when we were seven for my birthday.
I gave it back when we were seventeen at his funeral.

We will never play fetch again.