You loved me cause I'm fragile/ When I thought that I was strong/ But you touch me for a little while and my fragile strength is gone

I'll fake it through the day/ with some help from johnny walker red/ and the cold pain behind my eyes/ that shoots back through my head

The only thing that I dislike about working at the drive-in theatre is the fact that, without fail, I see a lot of drunks. Most of them wandering around with their children in tow. Now, I really don't care if people are drunk, as long as they aren't hurting anyone, including themselves. Also, as long as someone responsible is looking after their children.

Tonight, a lady with about six children came in, three sheets to the wind. They were all dirty, and they looked hungry, and she bought every single one of them cotton candy. Then, she paraded them right back out into the night. She kept stumbling, and was barely staying upright, which might have been even a little funny if it weren't for the numerous children following her.

I see drunks and stoners all the time, but sometimes, they leave me with a story, and tonight was such a night. Maybe later I'll write about the cow woman or the suicidal one.

Painfully Bad Analogies and Metaphors



Written By: Devotchka
Proofread By: Kadaj


TAPE #001-001
Written, verbatim, for your viewing pleasure, dear readers.

I explored several avenues of humor for the Fishy Bunny. The one that I settled on submitting this time around, was 'Painfully Bad Analogies and Metaphors'. These were collected on an excursion through the bowels of the undernet, where sunlight never shines, and pale, deformed creatures grow uninhibited. Well, the true undernet is like that... anyway... where was I?

*Shuffling of papers can be heard, then a crash, and what sounds like angry muttering of words that this reporter refuses to write down for fear that Tearlit and Bartholomew will find her*


Ah, yes! Pale and deformed, vile and unmistakably malodorous, I dredged the Swamp of Sorrow... wait, this isn't the Neverending Story!

*there is more shuffling*

Uh, sorry, I think I minced in a fanfiction in progress with my notes. In any case... let's just get down to it, right? I came up with some of the most awful analogies that the internet had to offer me. Now, I present them to you...




Painfully (Excruciating, Awful, Vile Disgusting, and overall Abominable) Analogies

Torn From the Writhing Underbelly of the Internet by Devotchka

Disclaimer: Alas, I did not come up with these on my own, and I'm not privy to the knowledge of exactly who did.


1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

28. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.


A Note to the readers: I am accepting submissions for future articles of Awful Analogies and Metaphors. If you have any, have read any, or know of any, you may send them to my Mailbox in unmarked envelopes, and I will use them and abuse them at my discretion.

How to Call Them article, the blue gazette, the fishy bunny

How to Become a BFF, OMG! an article written by Devotchka and dedicated to Kadaj

(Article recorded on digital recorder and written verbatim for your viewing pleasure.)

While I was perusing a thread in which TMB member, luckycharms92, was looking for a best friend, Kadaj asked me how one could become someone's BFF. I had already become Charmsie's BFF at this point, and we were already discussing our plans for the salon and skydiving. I gave him a few pointers (since I'm a professional BFF), but then an idea struck me! I should tell everyone in the world how to become a best friend forever, so that no one would ever again lack for a BFF! So followed this brainchild...

Someday, you may ask yourself, how can I become a best friend... forever? Well, I intend to impart to all of you my great and vast knowledge on this very subject, since I am a professional BFF. Sit down, relax, and take notes children.

First and foremost, you must find the perfect person to attach yourself to. We can't just call any best friend our BFF, now can we?If you are in school, this is fairly easy, the room is always practically oozing with BFF potential! Look to your left and evaluate this person quickly, now, look to your right and repeat the process. The chances are that one of these two buffoons- uh, goons...No! loons... darn it, where are my notes?!... (There are shuffling noises in the background.) Never mind! The chances are that one of these two fine, upstanding members of society are possible BFF material. Unless you're in state or federal penitentiary, in which case, do not make eye contact. If neither of these cases apply, search bookstores, parks, the local cafe, and laundromats. Avoid men with trench coats or suspicious looking paper bags.

Now, we've acquired the mark... um, the potential BFF. Strike up conversation, and get to know one another. If you find the person suitable, then declare your intentions (such as for marriage, but without the ring... unless you really want to...). If they refuse you for any reason, pester them until they concede. If that doesn't work, ,kill them and bury them in the Pet Sematary work harder!

If they, however, tell you that they cannot become your BFF because they already have one, you know what you must do. You must annihilate the competition. Do this by any means necessary, a BFF (such as the intranets) is SERIOUS BUSINESS!!!

If they tell you that they would love nothing more than to become your BFF, then rejoice. You don't have to do all of that hard work, and there's a quarter well spent! After you have acquired your shiny and new BFF, you should go and get your hair and nails done together. Shop for the same outfits so that you can be twins! Do this even if you're a boy (Kadaj, this means YOU!), because these are the things that BFFs must do. You must be willing to do anything for your newly found BFF! Most of all, protect your BFF with the fierceness of a wild mother platypus on steroids and speed. Oh, and have fun!

(Note! To all readers: This article was written merely to amuse myself and anyone else who reads it. This writer does not recommend killing anyone, and especially not burying them in the Pet Sematary because sometimes they come back... again. If you take this seriously, for some inane reason, and murder you fellow inmate, I will not be held responsible. I will be in on vacation, permanently.)

How to Call Them article, the blue gazette, tmb

More old poetry...


March 2005

The Wanting

Is it the wanting that brings you back
Day after day, miles after smiles?
What do I say to you?
Tell you a lie?
I have no promises,
Except...
I can make you or
I can break you
And
There's only this paper
Between us.
Is it the wanting that
makes you try?
Is it the wanting that
makes you fly,
High?
So high,
Above me or
Beneath me.



September 2005

A face without a smile
A smile without grace
Grace without trying
Trying too hard
It's hard to be yourself
In a world of sideways glances
Glances can kill or rebuild
Rebuilt is another way to mold to suit one's satisfaction
Satisfaction can only be for one person at a time
Time upsets, mends, scars
Time is a mother, a father, and the only real teacher




September 2005

Saphire lights reflectng every though and mood. A specimen to be disecting. This, I'm given to.

Black threads tinted lightly with red. The milk is tainted blue. I hear a silent song. Do you hear it too?

Tell me all your secrets. I swear I'll tell you mine. Secret traded for secret. Between us there are no lies.

You're afraid to be loved by someone. I'm afraid to love. We could fit, we could make a plan. But you aren't straight. And I'm not a man.

Tell me all your secrets. I swear I'll tell you mine. Secret traded for secret. Between us, please, no lies.

I caught the glimpses of fire. Continued onward unafraid. I watched you staring sadly as the others walked away.

I knew it had you broken. The smile outside was fake. I didn't smile back, instead I hugged you close and said:

Tell me all your secrets. I swear I'll tell you mine. Tell me all the dreams, I'll keep the. With us, there's no need for lies.

How to Call Them 2005, poetry

This is just some old poetry I wrote a long time ago that I found while digging through old papers.

August 2004

Sometimes

Sometimes I want to do something unforgivable.
Sometimes I want to commit a sin so big you don't know how to begin or end.
Sometimes it's crazy,
Sometimes it's good,
But always, forever, I can't seem to do as I should.
And sometimes it's lonely, with no one beside me.
Sometimes I hate you all, because I have no one to love me.
Sometimes I have many friends, sometimes only few,
But always, forever, it's just alone without you.


August 2004

And there is
a place
a fuel
for the flame
a hell
for those
for you
have sinned.
And this,
is it not wrong?
The rivers
of liquid fire
run round
run round
run through
you
me
them.



August 2004

Somewhere... a place I have found

A place I have heard of
A place I have seen
Somewhere
Somewhere
A place I have found
Where we are all the same
And still unique
Where we are all humane
Instead of being insane
With our rage
And our hurt
And our tears
And our fears...
Somewhere
Somewhere
A place I have found
Where we are all free
The blind can see
The crippled throw down their crutches
A place without prejudice
A place without shame...
Somewhere
Somewhere
A place I have found



August 2004

Mundane

Bitter
Broken
Just a token
Shattered
Shaken
Something taken
Down
Out
Turns about
Circles
Circles
Turn me 'round
Yelling
Screaming
Deafening sounds
When they shout
And when they cry
You know its just
Another lie
Play your music
It's too loud
Hanging out
With the outcast crowd
Too much time
Already made the shroud
Watch the walls
Walk the halls
And if you're lucky
Maybe then
I'll forgive you
For all you've sinned


August 2004

I can stare into the morning, I can stare into the night
I'm always mourning, It's always the same sight
I'm always in the dark, wondering at the light
Always in the wrong, why can't I be right?
It's always just another day for me
Always another spectacle for me to see
Just another mourning
Just another wake
Just another dead endBuilt for me to take

How to Call Them 2004, poetry

I work in a nursing home. No, I don't plan to reveal any secrets about the residents, because I could lose my job. My License. Not that the job part matters... not really. I'm quitting to go to school. Nursing? Ya think?

The truth is, I don't know if I want to be a nurse. I get so tired of looking at shit, and puke, and blood. Smelling shit, and puke, and blood. There is no other smell like blood, that acrid coppery, penny smell that gets up your nose and seems to try to get into your mouth and rest there, on the back of your tongue. If there's enough blood that you can smell it, then something is very wrong, let me tell you.

I get so tired of looking at the faces of the dying, and they don't know that they are a lot of the time. But I do. You look at them and you can smell death on a person, I promise you. It's not a lie to overdramatize things in books, you can smell it. And it smells heavy.

They reach up, grasping... gasping... they just want somebody to hold them and to love them. So often the families just leave them there and come to visit once a month like it's some sort of chore to visit them. Like they don't think that thirty minutes or an hour makes any difference in a person's life. Even the ones with Alzheimer's Disease know, sometimes. They remember and they love you even if you've forgotten about them.

I think that, even though I'm tired of it, even though it makes my stomach roll and twist some days, I think I will miss being there with them. Sometimes I think I'm the only one who spends any time talking to them. Sometimes they think I'm their daughter, their sister, sister in law, friend, wife. Sometimes they think I'm an angel. Sometimes even behind those clouded eyes, I see recognition that I am me. One of them is very far gone, has complete Alzheimer's, and this one knows me and calls me by my name sometimes, and asks for me when I'm not there.

No one told me when I got into this business how attached I might become, I guess I never asked.

How to Call Them work

I like to spend Sunday morning sleeping late. When I do finally get up, I eat my cereal and channel flip until I find something worth watching. If I don't find anything, and I usually don't, I pop in a dvd.

How to Call Them sundays, writer's block

Title: Chicken Feathers
Rating:K+
Type of haiku attempted: Tanka 5-7-5-7-7
Author's Note: This is for the Winter Haiku Contest on Musebunny. It is partially inspired by Clive Barker's The Abarat.


The snow kisses me.
The white fluff on my cheeks, I
realize, these are not
snowflakes. These things caressing
my face are chicken feathers.

How to Call Them haiku, poetry

I've been absent from my internet life for about a month.

You know, time seems to pass so quickly for me now, a single day means absolutely nothing, its here and gone before I know it. A week, lasts for a little bit longer for me, but its still so fast.

Yet even though time seems to be at hyperspeed these days, its amazing at what can go on while I'm absentmindedly plodding along.

December 2nd- Lucas is born, Jessica's baby

I go on working, and working, and working, earning money and buying Christmas presents pell-mell because I've waited til December to buy any of them this year.

December 20th Christmas at Mom's, I get sick, spend last week out of work, miserable for the majority of it, and sleeping to keep from being miserable.

December 22nd Jess's gran dies
December 24th I miss Christmas Eve at Gran Barb's because I have taken a Finegrin (is that spelled correctly?) and have gone to sleep

[I woke up the next morning asking weren't we supposed to be going to Christmas dinner somewhere? Not even aware that I had slept all night...]

December 25th, Christmas at Tiny's and Tooter's (if you aren't familiar with my dad's family, everyone has nicknames...)

December 26th Christmas breakfast at Gran Barb's ( I am getting better by this time. Meg is sick.)

December 27th Jess's Nan's memorial service, which was miserable. Her relatives descend on her like vultures, while I sit on the back pew of the church, not listening to the Pastor. Instead I am having my own thoughts. Some are about the time Brenda set herself on fire because she was smoking with her oxygen on again, and Jess put her out by dumping water on her, thus waking her up. Some are about how I look like a backrow baptist, and that maybe my shirt is too lowcut to wear to a memorial service.)

December 28th At my Dad's, updating my livejournal, my email, reading, watching Cold Case Files, and talking to Prissy, Moff, and Darb. Dad and Tracy are gone to Walmart.

1. What time did you get up this morning?

7:44 pm... I work the night shift....

2. Diamonds or pearls?

Well, they say diamonds are a girl's best friend... but I personally like pearls

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?

Tropic Thunder

4. What is your favorite TV show?

Well, of the ones currently airing.... LOST

5. What do you usually have for breakfast?

Eggs in a basket, with grits... or a McSkillet... or a burrito...

6. What is your middle name?

Lynn

7. What food do you dislike?

sweet potatoes, salisbury steak, granola bars, carrots in any form

8. What is your favorite CD at the moment?

My Elliot Smith mix cd.

9. What kind of car do you drive?

1997 Honda Accord, Champagne colored, also known as Desmond

10. Favorite sandwich?

Reuben sandwich from The Talk of the Town

11. What characteristic do you despise?

arrogance

12. Favorite item of clothing?

my oversized American Eagle jacket

13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?

Ireland, Japan, Amsterdam, Rome, Paris, Barcelona, Nepal, Canada, Alaska

14. Are you an organized person?

Of course not, haven't you met my father?

15. Where would you love to retire to?

Somewhere cold, providing I don't have arthiritis...

16. What was your most memorable birthday?

My thirteenth, with me getting tied to a pole

17. What are you going to do when you finish this?

Go home and sleep.

18. Furthest place you are sending this?

Er, really I don't know...

19. Person you expect to send it back first?

Well, Meggy is the one that sent it to me, and no one else bothers to do my surveys, so no one?

20. When is your birthday?

March 26th

21. Morning person or a night person?

Night!

22. What is your shoe size?

9 1/2

23. Pets?

Bambi, the Rat Dog

24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?

I'm sleepy! And one of my patients called me a murdering devil!

25. What did you want to be when you were little?

Midwife, professor, archaeologist, writer

27. What is your favorite flower?

I like Lady's slippers

29. What are you listening to right now?

403

30. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?

December 24th

31. What was the last thing you ate?

A scrambler at Krystal's

32. Do you wish on stars?

No

33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Green

34. How is the weather right now?

Low 40's

35. Last person you spoke to on the phone?

Mamaw

36. Favorite soft drink?

Coke

37. Favorite restaurant?

Chili's or maybe Oliver's

38. Hair color?

Ash brown

39. What was your favorite toy as a kid?

Actually... it was a scarf

40. Summer or Winter?

Winter

41. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate!

42. Coffee or tea?

Both!

43. Do you want your friends to email you back?

It doesn't matter to me.

44. When was the last time you cried?

Last Thursday... it was a mixture of stress, and a patient that was really sweet and dying.

45. What is under your bed?

mostly, dust... OMG, is that Penton the penlight under there?! *goes forth to retrieve it*

46. What did you do last night?

I put D** to bed, changed the rest of them, got J*****, V****, D****, B*****, up....

47. What are you afraid of?

Spiders, living things in my hair(i.e.: moths, spiders, frogs), camel crickets, flying cockroaches

48. Salty or sweet?

Salty

49. How many keys on your key ring?

Let's see... Mamaw's, Dad's, Mom's, Mine, Desmond, my locker...6

50. How many years at your current job?

A month, it's very frightening

51. Favorite day of the week?

I don't have one, anyway, they seem to blend together...

52. Do you make friends easily?

No. *scuttles to hide among blankets, books, andthings smelling of coffee*

53. How many people will you send this to?

Anyone who bothers to read my journal will have access to it.

54. How many will respond?

The ones who haven't done this thing hopefully.

55. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends?

Yes! I'm one of those people who wants to find out everything about everything. A know it all if I ever met one.

56. What is your favorite thing to do?

Write, amongst music or background noise.

57. What do you want to do before you die?

Travel the world, write a book, find my one true love, get married, have kids. (hopefully those last three are in order)

By the way, Meggy, if you read this, no, I don't have access to the internet all the time. Since I've been in Cleveland, I've been on hiatus, mostly because with the new job I sleep all the time. Also, there was something else I had to tell you, but I can't remember what it was...

What You See sleepy How to Call Them survey

Note: I made this list for my brother and little sister, who don't read a lot. Books were added simply because I considered them to be essential reading material, even if one did not enjoy them. They are in no particular order.

1-The Holy Bible(KJV)
2- A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Bugess
3-The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas
4-Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss
5-Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
6-Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
7-Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
8-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald
9-Walden by Henry David Thoreau
10-Hamlet by William Shakespeare
11-Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
12-Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
13-Macbeth by William Shakespeare
14-The Crucible by Arthur Miller
15-The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
16-Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
17-Anthem by Ayn Rand
18-Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
19-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
20-Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
21-Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut
22-Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
23-1984 by George Orwell
24-Animal Farm by George Orwell
25-Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory
26-The Cantebury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
27-Les Miserable by Victor Hugo
28-The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
29-Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
30-On the Road by Jack Kerouac
31-One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
32-Beowulf
33-The Witch of Blackbird Pond
34-The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
35-The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
36-The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
37-Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
38-A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
39-Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
40-Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence
41-The Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
42-The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane
43-Inferno by Dante Alighieri
44-Paradise Lost by John Milton
45-The Last of the Mohicans by Stephen Crane
46-A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
47-Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
48-Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
49-A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
50-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
51-A Room With a View by E.M. Forster
52-The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
53-Roots by Alex Haley
54-A Portait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
55-The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
56-The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling
57-White Fang by Jack London
58-The Call of the Wild by Jack London
59-Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham
60-Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott
61-Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Loius Stevenson
62-Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift
63-20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne
64-Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne
65-The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G.Wells
66-The War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
67-The time Machine by H.G.Wells
68-Black Beauty by Anna Sewell
69-The Color Purple by Alice Walker
70-The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
71-A Moveable Feast by WErnest Hemingway
72-Dracula by Bram Stoker
73-Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
74-Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
75-Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
76-War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
77-Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
78-Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
79-Howl by Allen Ginsberg
80-The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett
81-A Little Princess
82-Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
83-The Qu'ran
84-David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
85-The Origin of Species by Charles Darwin
86-The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
87-The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
88-Babbit by Sinclair Lewis
89-Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
90-Common Sense by Thomas Paine
91-The Dialogues of Plato
92-The Art of War
93-This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald
94- Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience by William Blake
95-The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
96-The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe
97-The House of the Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne
98-The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
99-Robinson Crusoe
100-The Sea Wolf by Jack London


This List is not definitive. If you have any books that you think should be added to the list, please leave a comment with the title(s) in it. I'll review the comments, and when I get one hundred more books that I think should be added, there will either be an updated list, or a new list.

I watched you ascend
descend
the darkest of ways
a stranger of familiar lands
I grab at your hands
you fall away
you are slipping away
I watched you swallow seventeen hopes for a brighter day
seventeen hopes to get away
I may sometimes be cold
I may seem heartless
but I can't let you leave me
because I must confess
I've needed you here
I need you to stay
clinging to you
desperate
and it's hard to say
you are not perfect
you're fractured
cracked
you are slightly damaged
but you're still intact
we are only human
destined to have flaws
victims to this life and it's steel trap jaws

My life is full of birds
Flapping their crippled wings to flee
A cage that isn't there
My life is full of birds
Feathers unfortunately trampled
Under clumsy feet
My life is full of birds
Flecks of bright color
Against a grey sky
They look magnificent
There above the trees
But their walk is stiff and forced
Down here with me

Yesterday's over
today is too bad.
I still can't help feeling
this feeling so bad.
I've broken up, broken down,
I'm not quite here.
Too busy with mourning,
I still feel you near.
Time heals all wounds,
that's what they say.
I'm telling you it won't,
not for me, anyway.
Tried by fire, died in fire
it shriveled my soul.
For me it's not easy
to leave this dark hole.
The future is near
but not cvlose enough.
All of this living
I tell you it's rough.
I'm racking my brain
to figure this out.
All I can do though
is wander about.