The Bear
When I\'m alone I\'m scared
Mommy and Daddy don\'t care
they continue to leave me home alone
with the the big brown stuffed bear,
he stares at me when i play in my room,
he watches me when i brush my hair,
he clawes at my face when i am asleep
i try to tell u, and u send me to my room
and you tell me not to make a peep
every night he gets closer to my bed
he openes his mouth into a big evil grin
and talks about when i\'m dead
I am scared, I want you to take him away,
not sunday, not monday, not tomorrow,
today!
He\'s at the edge of my bed now,
hes looking at me,
hes real mad now.
Now it\'s morning,
i wish you ha
We were seventeen when we met.
The first thing you said to me
was "Open your eyes
and see."
You were a collection of
skinned knees and your
father's broken promises,
holding onto your fears
like miniature phantoms
clinging to the bit of skin beneath your eyes,
the indentations of muscle in your chest.
You taught me how to make
things beautiful.
You taught me that every little
pinprick,
every pop of pain,
every
tiny
little
slit,
cut,
rip
was God's design,
and if he was a painter,
you said I'd be the Mona Lisa.
You said I was a work of art.
You made big towering claims
like your hopes for San Francisco,
you piled me up like cities and sky
I'm 22, I like drawing. I've been too lazy to post any drawings of anything lately. When you grow up you have to work, and have no time for such pleasures :(