Been writing a lot lately.

Here's a bit of it:

Alabetic Death:
I'm sorry, but when did everything become so big, grown up, and tough?
Was there a point in time or did it all just evolve into this?

I remember a time when our problems were fixed by a band aid and a kiss.
"Mommy, mommy- I scraped my knee!!" Band-aid...kiss...go back out and play.
"Mommy, mommy!!! I got a paper cut!" Band-aid...kiss...find a new way to fold that note.

But now it's like, "Mom...he broke my heart." ...uh, I've got nothing for that...sorry.
"Mom, I failed the biggest test of my life." ...You can still pass the class...
"...I'm pregnant." ...!
"I got a ticket...88 in a 65." ...!!!

All there is, is words now.
Just words.

But if you are anything like those words are just a jumble of letters. Consonants, vowels, syllables, and other literary devices.
They are there so that you can try and feel better but just like hot chocolate on a cold winters day...the warmth eventually fades.

So when did our problems become so big that we can't just slap a band aid on it and call it a day?
I mean hell, half of the time even pigging out on ice cream doesn't make it go away.

But then again...maybe that's our problem.
Maybe ever since we were young we were always taught to run away from our problems...from the pain. Instead of toughing it out we were covering it up and running back to the fun. We were ignoring the hardships.
Maybe that has made us so weak.
We cry over people that once meant something or thought was going to mean something, we imagine this pain in our heads and hearts but really it's nothing.

I don't know where I was going with this, but there is some thoughts for the day...enjoy.
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I dunno though, maybe I'm crazy or maybe I'm dreaming but this doesn't feel real anymore.

Pull this porcelain off, let's get down to the nitty gritty now.

Tell me what you want, what your thinking and I'm in it to win it.

I'm not a harp or a mandolin so don't play me like a pretty pop song.


Just get your facts straight, your mind right, and see here dear, I'm no whore.

These thoughts, feelings, emotions pour out more than I'd like to allow.

Beat me down, tear me up, rip me to pieces till I'm even more unfit.

But darling dear, let me scream you this, I'm gonna fight till you're done pulling me along.

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Don't want to be another face in the crowd to you.
I want to be the face you look for and hope to see.