nice

My skin is crying, it's so hot!
How do you live here?!
I just want to fall in some snow,
I just want snow to fall here.

This is an ode to my cello
who's dream is to be on stage.
But when I mess up a note
it fills it with pure rage.

He let's me express my feelings
with something other than words.
His name is Castiel,
after an Angel of the Lord.

Every day, I hear his voice,
feeling joy when I play it through.
But sometimes my pitch is so off,
it sounds like an animal in a zoo.

He hears me sneeze from rosin dust,
and scream when I don't play right.
When I tune, we tell in agony.
My G-String peg was too tight.

He yells out in fear
when my brother touches him.
I jump out of bed and yell,
"DON'T TOUCH MY CELLO!"

But despite all this,
I adore my cello.
He's my golden boy
even without the golden sound.

honestly though, communism would work if everyone respected each other

once,
twice.
lost
lives
you don't wanna know what
i
know.

so many choices,
so many voices.
you don't wanna know what
i
know.

happy in the sun,
disappointed in the dark,
where are your friends?
did your family leave you?

(flinch
move
stop
please)

i wanna leave,
get away,
disappear.
get away,
i plead.
get away,
please.
they never listen,
so i'm forced to stay.

attention *****
psychopath
lazy *****
ungrateful brat
don't call me that, please
it brings up bad memories.

beg,
they whisper.
beg like a dog,
they laugh.
no, no, i don't want to...
i just want it to stop.

don't make me,
don't make me,
please, please,
no, no, no, n-

once,
never twice.
lost
my life.
i'll finally be gone,
i got away.

do you wanna know what
i
know?

Beautiful,
Glistening.
Golden and
Sparkling.

It sits next to a waterfall,
Near Dyjandi,
Vestfirdir, Iceland.
Perched on a rock.

Untouched for years,
It belongs to a girl.
A girl who has been looking,
Searching for years.

an empty page, lonely in a book