Things That Need Doing and Will More Than Likely Go Undone
-finish registering for fall
-research licensing requisites for performing downtown this summer
-provide more than 10 minutes worth of finished pieces to perform with aforementioned license
-find a more tolerable source of income
-stop spending exorbitant amounts of money on unnecessary things
-finish car repairs
-productively occupy myself to an extent that allows less time for typing silly lists on silly social networking sites
An Instance of Self-Envy
Something I stumbled upon while perusing the contents of my computer…presumably written in high-school, or shortly thereafter. If only I could still manage this sort of thing.
Foolish little girl, to throw your heart down among the hordes of men
who stalk, as beasts, seeking flesh to ravage and devour…
and all your wanting only hastens their consumption of your skin.
You‘d fall beneath their raking claws,
bid your bones to fill the festering hollows of their bellies,
in order to perpetuate your misconception;
that your heart is safe only in being held by hands other than your own.
Foolish little boy, you open every door in hoping that some lover will arrive…
but welcome only whores, like wolves disguised in snow-white skins of wool,
that thrive on hollowing your every stupid, shallow dream.
And…when you’re bitten, chewed and bloodied head to toe,
you’ll stitch up the wounds with borrowed comfort, from pitying words and patting hands
that will someday come to tear the bindings out, again.
you make your every bandage from impermanence, and you snivel as it wastes away.
yet, all the same, you carry on…
unable and unwanting to forsake the cold, darkened road
your lonely, desperate heart will lead you down.
your love will solely serve as bait to crows;
as prey to predators that seek to claw and bite and chew upon your heads…
and your loneliness, it will bring their wicked fury on your flesh.
the spurning of your love will tear you both apart.
edits from band practice
Here goes.
