Posted on: Monday, October 02, 2006
Posted at: 11:48 AM
Minutes bleakly smeared into an hour,
And I trembled, in the nadir of my power.
Noiseless I was, as I could not plead for help,
A stapled mouth deadening the panic of my yelps.
And as I stood, my mind wandered,
For what was there to do but ponder?
Musing over memories and naivety lost,
Over awareness, maturation, and their cost.
Thoughts of an egg man who lost what he obtained,
In the quintessential rhyme of quintessential pain,
This egg man had climbed high atop a wall,
Only to sway, to topple, and to fall.
Was I alike to this nursery-rhyme man?
I, the girl with staple gun in hand?
No-Egg man had at least attained and found,
I have never raised myself above this darkened ground.
I see now that I am a consumer of precious air,
A girl without passion, devoid of a solitary care.
I exist as nothing more then a degenerate of space,
A waste of being, an insurmountable disgrace.
So, I take this staple gun once more,
And raise these sunken eyes from the floor.
Gun at temple, hands at side,
I leave this world never taking a stride.
"Today I took a staple gun
And placed it upon my lip
Eyelids clenched, block the sun
Smiled, "Let 'er rip"
A heavy pull, a sharp yelp,
Some temporary pain
And suddenly, alright I felt
Enough for it, again.
Today I took a staple gun
And placed it upon my lip
A skillful hand, much fun
But suddenly, I slipped
Staples, staples in my cheek
I had not meant to maul
O dear how today's plans look bleak,
As I'm stapled to the wall.".Sometimes i love you so much that my heart explodes...fLy away.. take it aLL.. aLL my eMotiOns witH tHe wind...