When the rumbling finally stopped, Brighton was able to get up from his protective cocoon. The remaining townspeople had warned him weeks ago that this was no place to live, but he stubbornly stayed thinking that he could with a few shakes every now and then. They all shook their heads and left him in the settled dust and dirt. But a small girl ran back from her family and gave him a hug around his legs. Slightly shocked, he bent down to pick her up to return the favor.
"Mommy says that you are a fool. Mommy says I'm a fool too. We fools should stick together." She gave him another hug; Brighton was taken aback by the purity of the little gi
I get it, I get it.
You want to show her the world.
The princess of your heart,
the diamond of the desert
You're lucky I'm a romantic
Otherwise you'd never get her.
Not that your charm didn't help,
but it was all me, all me.
Who else could show her those
Unbelievable sights and
indescribable feelings.
Maybe you, but mostly me.
I don't like the limelight
But a little recognition would be nice.
Then you go and thank the wrong person.
Who frees a genie anyways?
I'm happy for you both
Truly I am.
If it wasn't for you,
I'd still be stuck in that cave.
From one carpet to another,
Thanks for everything.
We both get stepped on,
Let our hearts be still.
Unbeating, unbreathing.
Tranquil silent,
Peaceful quiet.
Minds soften, melting
Transgressions,
Easing life's learned
Redeeming lessons.
Absorbent sighs
aloft with connectivity.
Tension broke,
re-awakened.
Gliding, walking,
Senses falling.
Taking it all in,
spirit lifted.
Hands clasped
at the final stage.
Closing the loop,
until the next day.
Someone always has it worse by daemyen, literature
Literature
Someone always has it worse
Someone always has it worse.
Sure, you locked your keys in the car,
you woke on the wrong side of the bed
and even your dog bit you.
Your hair is a mess,
you spilled coffee down your shirt.
Did anyone tell you?
About that toilet paper never mind.
You walked into a puddle,
and lost one of your shoes,
there's cat puke on your homework,
And you just sat in gum.
But look around you.
Everyone has their story
their very own "woe is me."
How are you different?
Do you know their travels,
the dreams that they fear,
The things that give them cold sweat
And chills down their back?
Someone always has it worse.
It's the little things,
That add insult to injury.
But when life hands you lemons
Think outside the box!
It's easier said than done,
I'm not lying through my teeth
It'll be a moving experience
It may leave you sadder but wiser.
Be cutting edge
As you play it by ear
The writing's on the wall
Beyond a shadow of doubt
It's not rocket science
Try not to beat a dead horse
Things are better late than never
And the buck stops here
So push the envelope
Just in the nick of time
It's easy as pie
So just bite the bullet
Huddled in the corner
Head down cast
Hugging his knees
Holes in his pants
Eyes welded shut
tears glued them
never seen the light
white blindness
ears perked by the sounds
voices coming close and disappearing
circling like vultures
never reaching the boy
hope that doesn't happen
comfort never given
the boy in soiled rags
alone to face the world
I was
The fat little boy in the Technicolor jacket
The bully who pushed other kids around
The monkey who climbed the pole during recess
The red rover that never got picked
The boy who played foursquare, and cheated
The bacon stealer who never brought it back
I am
The coffee drinker admiring his surroundings
The night swinger gazing at the moon in the park
The dog walker desperately trying to control the animal
The socialite always doing something
The window shopper standing at the door
The perfectionist when it comes to document formatting
I will be
The athlete to finish a half-marathon
The graduate tossing his cap into the ai
Monsters are real. I know it!
They just sit and lurk
around every corner and cranny
waiting for an unsuspecting child, but not me.
I'm prepared! With my towel cape,
trusty flashlight club, and red black yellow
robot claw with trigger handle, to grab them
before they grab me.
My batman utility belt jammed
with garlic for vampires, a balloon
filled with holy water, and my
tongue depressor cross with yellow finger-paint.
My Scrappy-Doo pajamas sniff
out the baddies and give me
"Ratatatata! Puppy Power!"
Not to mention they are super cool.
Swimming goggles cover my eyes
just in case I get squirted by acid
and red rubber gloves
This guy can do anything
you name it and it's a specialty.
Some want to call him Jack,
For all the said trades of his.
But no, he doesn't agree,
He is just a hired hand.
You never know what his job is
until you see him in action.
It boggles your mind
when you see him painting,
only for the next day
he is being painted on.
From holding babies
to leading a protest group.
getting into fights
because his failed magic tricks.
talking to anyone who notices
and then writing a story about it
This guy can do anything.
Whatever you can think of,
and it is just an idea waiting to happen.
He doesn't speak though
that is always a d