cause woolie told me to

Flip! goes the pancake

Air heavy

moods darkening

one long week ominously 

stretching its long fingers away from me

I need an escape

some release 

the screeching birds in my room

repel me violently from the 2nd floor

desperate for a way out

all attentions panicked 

turning slyly towards the

room farthest away

the kitchen

my cathedral

my cave

what most look at as a hellhole 

for work and dirty dishes

I see with hot embers of 

love and lust

eyes

the fun all starts with

flipping mindlessly through

books, making guidelines

from the cravings of my

tastebuds

getting an idea

making a list of all I crave

nows the hard part

convincing mom its a good

idea to stop whatever she's

doing so she can go with me

to the store to buy these

delicious words from my list

the most satisfying part

upon me now

spreading all the new morsels

across the planes of the counter

concocting yet another

strange exciting thing in my

cluttered head

now the adrenaline rush

everything finally coming to a

close

finishing all at the same time

the point of no return

I wish there were more than one of me

now the prize moment upon me

scuttling out with my new

strange plate of something without a name

this being the breath of life itself 

the hungry eyes around the table 

boring into my soul

I can feel the air,

heavy with question.

eyes peeled open

You're always giving, my therapist said.

You have to learn to take.

So I did.

I took something.

Something I wanted for a long time.

She was cold.

She hadn't always been that way,

But the pressure of the looming figures,

Towering over her frail body.

Judging her every breath or whisper,

Had brutally murdered,

Massacred,

Her kindness and friendships.

A once lovely charm,

Now oozed a plastic smile.

Only hearing you when she felt like it.

Not caring when you really needed her.

This kind of act was pungent,

A blister, that never heals,

So I took everything.

I made her suffer,

The ways that I had.

I see her now,

Shut out from the world,

All because of a few truths.

Hiding like a trapped mouse,

In a small cage, smothered in darkness,

Shivering,

Awaiting the hissing that told the end.

But,

In doing this,

Does this make me just like her?

NO

It couldn't,

It wouldn't,

I'm genuine!

Wait...

Those that had poisoned her,

Were accepting my venomous ways.

LET THEM

They will soon see who is wrong,

When the truth comes out.

I awaken,

To the clock screaming 12

WOOGY

Blonde! she screams

the excitement turning to disaster.

But, I hate that color,

it's boring.

Sitting among the topsy turvy furniture

she gives a scowl.

Blue?

her wondering eyes digging into mine,

Looking for an answer

but also for more,

Something I don't quite understand yet,

what is she seeking?

Her drowning soul

is it a trick of the light?

I see frantic hands grasping for something

some truth.

But it's lost with a blink

a cheery smile

A stinging blow to my arm

she's off for another adventure

I can keep up

but she's gone

Then I see her

laughing

Inviting me to join her

but as soon as I keep up

she slips

Away

Fried Eggs?

the neighbors dog would not stop barking

i pulled my cloud of covers over my head

wishing the dog would just disappear

it didn't

the monotonous barking would never stop

i stretched

rolled off the bed onto the floor

and lay there

the floor could be comfy

when you're exhausted

the barking drifted in the distance

eyes shut tight

the world melts on the floor around me

Dream

Stumbling through the darkness

No light near

No hope of being seen or heard

My head was ringing

The silence pressing in

Like a vice around my ears

Crack, the sounds of the rocks

Tumbling

Breaking the silence like a whip

Tripping, flat onto hands and knees

Cursing, like it was the end itself

Then

It was a dream

Within, a dream

Breaking the silence with obnoxious light

Blinded

Blinking, the silence no longer harsh

Upon my ears

Soft.

Ode To My Feather Throne

a sight for tired eyes

and heaven for an aching back

you are my boat of dreams

cast away into the night

never waking to the unnatural

sounds of the bustling road

oh! the crinkly sound that your feathers make

the clouds that suspend my limp figure

you, being almost as good as the best hug

will never leave me in spite or anger

if you ever broke

i would lie in disarray like a lonely corpse

stiff, cold, desolate

like a tragic story unfolding, unstoppable 

don't let me down

when you broke oh so long ago

i thought you would never be the same

but i fixed you

nursed you back to health

the feathery cover over your core like whipped cream

makes friends jealousy rise when they

sink into your feathery layers

the layer cake of feathers

the cloud of wonders

ode to my bed.