When Mr. Fox comes to visit,
And he's properly fed,
Mom let's him read me a story,
And then put me to bed.
Death reads fairy tales to kids who can’t sleep,
For he loves the sound of their laughter,
It’s also the only time he can offer endings,
That are happily-ever-after.
I have to forget you,
To remember me.
*A remix of a line from a great story by ashleyactually called "Let Me Break It Down".
The little boy’s parents never had time for him,
He always felt unwanted and alone.
So he packed his things and sat outside at the curb,
With a sign that said “Free to a good home.”
He brought her to the library, where he delighted her senses with the fragrance of old books, the symphony of their cracking spines and the feel of their brittle pages.
It was the be...
We shouldn’t fear ghosts. They are variations of our former selves that we shed as we become better people.
We should fear not having ghosts.
Whenever life had me feeling like I was free-falling, I used to be terrified of landing. But now I embrace the weightlessness, knowing you are there to cushion my fall.
After years of telling exaggerated people stories, the fish didn’t think his friends would believe his real story of the one that got away.
I awoke with a start, feeling something was wrong,
Death sat next to my bed humming a pitiful song.
He stopped to say “This night you were supposed to die,
But instead I will sing yo...
I awoke suddenly to Death nudging my bed,
“Since you can’t sleep, let’s play Scrabble”, he said.
I kept my words small, making sure Death scored better,
And pretended not to notice a...
Death asked me to play poker one day
I daren’t say no and we started to play
He cheated throughout and then went all in
What else could I do but let him win?
I bought you a Thesaurus so you could use it to come up with different ways of telling me you're sorry.
Instead, I use it to find different ways of telling you to get lost.
The wind seduced the clouds today,
The heartbroken sun then ran away.
Their coupling caused a thunderous refrain,
And when it was over, it started to rain.
You told me that if you opened up the dictionary to the definition of "sarcasm", you'd find my picture there.
I told you I wasn't worried because you've never opened up a book.
Every spring, the white bird returned to the same tree.
It didn’t matter that it was the only tree that had no leaves for shade or sturdy branches to build a nest on.
What mattered was that it was the only tree that greeted him with a smile.
You told me you hate the way the sun freckles your skin,
So I swallowed it whole for you.
Now you tell me you miss the warmth of it on your face,
You’ll have to wait a day or two.
As they watched the rain from behind a cloud, the sun whispered to the rainbow, "Let me know when you're ready."
*I'd love for someone to illustrate this :-)
The immortal-wannabe didn't realize that it was just a vampire bat he had let bite him: he kept waiting for the rest of his transformation to occur.
I was ready to not believe anything the fortune teller said until she predicted that I would not believe anything she said.
The turning of the dial erased their grey
The crackly static chased their wrinkles away
As my parents laughed and danced, my young mind surmised
That radios m...
Sorry, I had to upload a revised version of this record (removed the words "self portrait") This is an illustration by READMOOSES - I have just added a text to it. Thanks!
As I cut my hair to forget you, the pieces turn into the flowers you so often compared its smell to, allowing me to sprinkle them on your grave.
People were always rubbing him the right way.
The eraser had a sad existence of always having to fix other people's mistakes until he eventually disappeared...
"I didn't realize it until I saw it, but that was pretty much how I imagined a pigeon with a coffee cup on its head would look like."
Life and Death both took a break,