Library Day

I want to stab myself in the face
and sometimes other people

But I think I'll just stick
with stabbing other people

(It just seems more personally rewarding)

At Night

I lie here thinking
in the time before sleep.

If in the morning
there's a reason to get up.

Most nights I'm convinced
there's not.

(But then I really have to pee.)

A Good Day

We designed a marble works tower

and watched a Disney movie.

We played with micro-machines
and ate peanut butter and jelly.

We built a blanket fort
and hid from the monsters.

Then I had to wipe your ass
and it ruined my day.

(Because peanut butter and jelly goes in one end and right out the other.)  

Regrets

Of all the things I've never done

you're the only one I don't regret.

(That's how I should have ended it.)  

Sticky Situations

Making life decisions

is a lot like removing band-aids.

Both should be done quickly
and with little thought.

(And both make me want to throw up.)  

Nothings Different

Sometimes on the really bad days
I like to pretend I'm someone else.

Someone who doesn't wake up in the morning
hoping for car wrecks and burning buildings.

Someone who doesn't cook breakfast
wishing for tornadoes and killer bees.

Pretending that I'd rather be alone
than be attacked by brain eating zombies.

(This rut, is my life.)

Just Rain

Someone said
God was in the rain.

So I sat on my steps
and waited.

Just letting it run down my face
my arms.

Wondering if he was inside me
like he was on my skin.

(I don't feel any cleaner.)