i wish it could just have current music. i hate trying to figure out how i feel wheneveri want to write. i'm sort of worried about my cat... she's got patches of fur missing on her sides that look pinkish green and she's got bite marks and alot of scabs and cutsunder her ears and all over her. i dont like it... it sort of creeps me out. anyways... i've got some poems... FIREWORKS shimmering golden rain falling from a smoked, hazy sky blackness behind Contrast with this flash of fire Screaming, fizzing falling to the ground mere sparks anymore as I watch, I am reminded of a time When we made fireworks of our own 6.25.05 Forgotten Days pinwheels and peanut butter barney and butterflies Memoirs of our childhood Wondrous days slowly fading away Climbing trees and scraped knees Baby dolls and make believe Things that now seem so childish. But back then we thought we’d never grow up. Waiting at windows for Peter Pan Writing letters to Santa Leaving teeth for the tooth fairy So carefree, so easy But now as we mature we realize Life isn’t all fun and games. Homework and grades. Relationships and friends. So much trouble from what used to come so simply. I wish I could go back in time to hide and seek and blankies sleeping in mommy’s bed and smiling pancakes but there are lessons to be learned a millino things to do as hard as it may seem sometimes, what’s harder is remembering Those forgotten days When NOTHING was hard when summer meant day camp and Week-long sleep overs. When we had imaginary friends and played kissing tag with the boys Remembering draws a smile and maybe a tear or two But it’s worth it. Knowing that’s how we could act, could feel. Believing that maybe somewhere... Inside it’s still there. 6.25.05 The Band The men are dressed in black Red ties, blue eyes. Midnight blackened hair and fingernails Walking down the hall Anticipating A thousand screams behind closed doors Guitar in hand, ready to shriek Waiting to make another killing. 6.26.05