08-25-2011, 07:12 PM
Revised
"I wish I was like you, easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault." - Nirvana, All Apologies
Life is a short story
written by a poor student,
with swear words,
needless violence,
sex without joy
and endless cliches
claiming your parents,
your youth.
I started drinking tea again
this afternoon.
Milk. One sugar.
Then I made another cup
with milk and no sugar.
It reminded me
of being a child drinking tea
at my grandmother's house.
Her house was so warm
I wondered how the flowers
on the carpet didn't burn.
Even then
the familiar twists
were being prepped
by ballpoint pens
on cheap notepads.
Original
"I wish I was like you, easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault." - Nirvana, All Apologies
Life is
a short story
written by a poor student.
Filled with swear words
needless violence
sex without joy
and endless cliches
claiming your parents
your youth.
I started drinking tea again
this afternoon.
Milk. One sugar.
Then I made another cup
with milk and no sugar.
It reminded me
of when I was a child
and would drink tea
at my grandmother's house.
Her house was so warm
I wondered how
the carpet flowers didn't burn.
Even then
the old plot twists
were being prepped
by ballpoint pens
on cheap notepads.
"I wish I was like you, easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault." - Nirvana, All Apologies
Life is a short story
written by a poor student,
with swear words,
needless violence,
sex without joy
and endless cliches
claiming your parents,
your youth.
I started drinking tea again
this afternoon.
Milk. One sugar.
Then I made another cup
with milk and no sugar.
It reminded me
of being a child drinking tea
at my grandmother's house.
Her house was so warm
I wondered how the flowers
on the carpet didn't burn.
Even then
the familiar twists
were being prepped
by ballpoint pens
on cheap notepads.
Original
"I wish I was like you, easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything is my fault." - Nirvana, All Apologies
Life is
a short story
written by a poor student.
Filled with swear words
needless violence
sex without joy
and endless cliches
claiming your parents
your youth.
I started drinking tea again
this afternoon.
Milk. One sugar.
Then I made another cup
with milk and no sugar.
It reminded me
of when I was a child
and would drink tea
at my grandmother's house.
Her house was so warm
I wondered how
the carpet flowers didn't burn.
Even then
the old plot twists
were being prepped
by ballpoint pens
on cheap notepads.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe