Monday, November 16, 2009

Change or Die

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i miss those days
when "tell me something"
meant something.
i miss the boy who showed his emotion in teeth,
grinning or crying.
death follows even closer
to home.
but i lost my home
to a bottle of white zinfandel with a face lost inside and twelve years of yelling.
i'm losing the most valuable thing on earth,
but learned that, ultimately, we all just die alone.

recklessness is calling for me,
but it's mispronouncing my name.

3 comments:

Luman said...

"but learned that, ultimately, we all just die alone." -- sad.

"recklessness is calling for me,
but it's mispronouncing my name." -- awesome.

Your doodles -- love 'em.

Kat David said...

Just so happened to stumble onto your blog, mainly because we have the same name.

However, I reallly like this! Nice!

Kat David said...

Thank you, Kat David : )