Rain.
Well, not rain, really. Mist. A fine sprinkling of heaven\'s best. When I was young, we used to say that rain meant God was peeing up in heaven. We didn\'t believe that, even then. Really, I mean, what about snow? And hail? Shouldn\'t hail be brown?
Mist. It spreads out and floats to the ground, a delicate translucent shroud. Never mind the toxins, the dirt, any of that.
A little one turns his head up to the mist. Says that the sky is falling.
His friend, an ornery child already bitter about life tells him that he\'s stupid. They sky can\'t fall.
The sky is falling! It\'s falling! I\'m scared, I\'m scared.
No, stupid, God\'s
Hey baby, I lost you
among the stars
bright with light.
Baby, I don\'t see you
not near Pluto, not near
Jupiter\'s moons.
Hey baby, did I lose you forever?
You looked so good as a constellation
spread out like a cheap centerfold
but you ain\'t cheap.
baby, you\'re mine.
Hey, baby, I don\'t see you any more.
I don\'t see you getting up at night
to kiss the sky or curse the neighbors
I don\'t see you in the window,
watching me glance at you.
Hey baby, did you run away from me?
God hung lamps in the sky
for us to dance by
so baby, dress up, and meet me
at proxima centauri.
Tonight at 11,
don\'t forget.
Baby,
Hey baby, I lost you
among the stars
bright with light.
Baby, I don\'t see you
not near Pluto, not near
Jupiter\'s moons.
Hey baby, did I lose you forever?
You looked so good as a constellation
spread out like a cheap centerfold
but you ain\'t cheap.
baby, you\'re mine.
Hey, baby, I don\'t see you any more.
I don\'t see you getting up at night
to kiss the sky or curse the neighbors
I don\'t see you in the window,
watching me glance at you.
Hey baby, did you run away from me?
God hung lamps in the sky
for us to dance by
so baby, dress up, and meet me
at proxima centauri.
Tonight at 11,
don\'t forget.
Baby,
Rain.
Well, not rain, really. Mist. A fine sprinkling of heaven\'s best. When I was young, we used to say that rain meant God was peeing up in heaven. We didn\'t believe that, even then. Really, I mean, what about snow? And hail? Shouldn\'t hail be brown?
Mist. It spreads out and floats to the ground, a delicate translucent shroud. Never mind the toxins, the dirt, any of that.
A little one turns his head up to the mist. Says that the sky is falling.
His friend, an ornery child already bitter about life tells him that he\'s stupid. They sky can\'t fall.
The sky is falling! It\'s falling! I\'m scared, I\'m scared.
No, stupid, God\'s
Current Residence: On this terrestrial ball. Favourite genre of music: Restricting yourself to one genre isn't doing you any favors. MP3 player of choice: Winamp Wallpaper of choice: Beautiful photography Personal Quote: "Mine has opened its soul to me: therefore I love it"
So, love
On this day
we part ways.
For, the way is
no longer ours alone.
We diverge
Slower, faster,
and now we're gone
in different circles.
I miss you, but all the same
I couldn't have gotten rid of you
any sooner?
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Something I thought of today:
I seek no longer to be understood or accepted, but to be left alone.
Love and kisses. We are nothing to each other but something.
heh, It's funny. I have a character named chartreuse. I've been drawing her for quite sometime. lol, anyway. I like your writing. It's very cool. Track that friend down and scan away! I'd love to see some drawings..since your writing is so cool.