"Grey skies are gonna clear up -- put on a happy face."
I don't wanna. I seem to be wrapping myself up in a sticky malaise of fretful grumpiness today.
The skies are looking continually like a line from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" -- "...heavy, dark and pendulous..." (spoken in a deep, eerie voice.) I enjoy the recent coolness much more than temps in the 90s, and I actually love thunder and rain. But today just felt like a tech rehearsal for the End Times... gas and oil belching out of the bowels of the earth, the sun unwilling to ever break through the "heavy, dark and pendulous" clouds again. I just want to curl up in a little hedgehog-like ball and hope the Universe doesn't spot me and kick me with a heavy booted foot into the thistles.
Boy, what a dismal bog, huh? How's she gonna be creative in THIS mood?
Here's a little poem.
A sad, scared little poem
afraid to creep out of my soul
and into the cool, moist air.
The sky is so dark.
The news is so dark.
The darkness inside is safer
and more familiar.
The little poem sits in the middle of my chest
huddled on a hassock made of fear,
eating a soft pretzel with extra butter and salt,
and washing it down with a Pepsi,
and following that up with leftover ravioli
fried in butter
and if only there was some chocolate
the sad, scared little poem would
coat herself in rich brown
and throw little words up at the tongue...
"Sweet!" "Comfort!" "Familiar!"
One two three syllables rolling off the tongue
and by golly there were four
Riesen chewy chocolate caramels within reach of the keyboard
and now the sad little poem is jumping up and down
and thinking life's not so bad,
although of course it is because the chocolate's pretty much gone,
and there has to be some reason why the fingers
have typed powm and then had to correct it
every time the sad scared powm tried to decide
whether to make herself known
and now the mind's engaged
and that's really all it takes.
Just ate the fifth and final Riesen.
And now there is no riesening with a sad, scared little powm.
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Koi mujhse bhi puch le kyun khamosh hai meri aankhein,Meri zindagi ko fir se maang raha hai ye dil satta king and Har lamha yun kal Ko talash raha hai yeh dil,Guzri yaadon ko fir se jeena chah raha hai yeh dil play bazaar
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