My mother is crazy and only latley.
Well she has always been a little crazy but latley its worse.
She thinks my step dad is cheating on her which if you know him, you know its crazy.
Heck even she knows it is all in her head, but she can't quit.
Then we have 4 doors total in our house 2 actual doors
(a front one and one that leads to the porch)
then we have 2 porch doors
(one connected to the actual door of the house and one that goes out side).
Out of these 4 doors we have a total of 8 locks, no big deal right
wrong out of those 8 locks 4 are almost always locked.
The front door has 2 that always lock and the outside porch is always locked
even when we are home running in and out.
When we aren't home ALL the locks are locked.
I have keys to both actual doors but only 1 door set is useful to me.
So I have said in irritation how annoying it is and a little ridiculous
my mom finally got mad and now I lock the main doors at night because my mom is
crazy
and wont lock any doors.
O.k.
I am done ranting on my mothers craziness.
For now.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Nomination
I watch you from afar,
I follow you home making sure you get there.
I try not to, but I can't help myself
from climbing up your tree
spying threw your window to get a glimpse of
your soft black hair that shines in the light.
Then really I must stay through the night
to protect you I swear
from the monsters trying to get in and steal you away from me.
I know you think little of me my love in the day,
so I must take this opportunity of the night
to sneak into your window swiftly and quietly
watching for the floorboard, steps away,
that squeaks like a mouse stepped on,
every night I watch you, an angel of despair,
for I know that you could never love me,
so as I sit watching you sleep
caressing your soft, fragile cheek
I think of the moment when you will be
mine
in the soft darkness of forever.
I dream of the red blood contrasting with
your pale white skin, our lives mixing
now forever intertwined, as the knife of fate plunges deep.
But for now I watch you all the time from afar
until the nights and my dreams come alive.
I follow you home making sure you get there.
I try not to, but I can't help myself
from climbing up your tree
spying threw your window to get a glimpse of
your soft black hair that shines in the light.
Then really I must stay through the night
to protect you I swear
from the monsters trying to get in and steal you away from me.
I know you think little of me my love in the day,
so I must take this opportunity of the night
to sneak into your window swiftly and quietly
watching for the floorboard, steps away,
that squeaks like a mouse stepped on,
every night I watch you, an angel of despair,
for I know that you could never love me,
so as I sit watching you sleep
caressing your soft, fragile cheek
I think of the moment when you will be
mine
in the soft darkness of forever.
I dream of the red blood contrasting with
your pale white skin, our lives mixing
now forever intertwined, as the knife of fate plunges deep.
But for now I watch you all the time from afar
until the nights and my dreams come alive.
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