strait line

i keep walking in a strait line
i have been for most of my life
i haven't veered away from that line
except that one time
and it ended
it ended in a cliff
and i was hanging there
wanting to let go
and just fall
fall in a strait line
towards the end
but then i walked away from the cliff
stood by my strait line
examined it
thought about it
dreamed about it
then i got back on the line
and kept walking strait
strait
where is this line headed?
and do i want to end up there
for the rest of forever
i need to get out of this line
and into a maze
with twists and turns
you never know where you will end up
and one day you might make it out
and that prize will seem breathtaking
because i will know i went through allot to get it
instead of going in a strait line
i hate this line
i loathe it
i want to bury it in a deep, dark hole
and never unearth it
and go to my maze
i need a maze
but first
i need a shovel

only one person

only one person reads my blog <3!
but im okay with that
i dont need everyone and everything to hear what i say
i'm content with my thoughts
and its nice to get them down
even if i don't write often
i'm like a forgotten pen pal
and when you hear from him its a little treat
even if he has nothing interesting to say
and he repeats himself
and says the same thing over and over
and wont get off the subject
but doesn't notice he is doing it
so he keeps on going
i like to wear scarves
i have eight of them
i put all of them on at one time
and i was very warm
there is a lesson in that
don't ask me what it is
there just is
and you should be cool with that
don't hate
appreciate
appreciate life
and all its wonders
the wonders that are slowly disappearing
melting away
like a candle
i feel really deep right now
i like to live life with my shoes on the wrong feet
when i eat watermelon, i eat the seeds
dandy lions are just small sunflowers
don't tie a knot, tie a bow
you didn't sink my battle ship, you son of a bitch
i didn't forget, i just forgot to remember
make life your bitch, because everyone likes dogs
peace out

coffee?

sitting in the cafe.
sitting.
waiting.
smell of coffee and cinnamon buns suround,
like exaust from a bus as it goes by.
sitting with his feet,
toes crossed under the table,
legs strait,
bum on the edge of the chair.
he glances over at the little menue on the table.
lunch special.
i dont like mushrooms,
better not get the lunch special.
legs bent,
bum on the whole chair now.
elbows on the table.
hands clasped tight,
as if they were glued to one another.
eyes are glued to the person at the front counter.
what is he doing?
opening the till?
no,
closing the till.
slides something into his pocket.
verry jittery,
glancing around,
like a mouse when it hears a small noise.
wiskers twitching.
back to the menue.
maby just a coffee.
two sugars,
one cream.
what time is it?
four past two.
looks away from his watch,
out the frosted window.
there he is,
the one i have been waiting ten minuets for.
waiting.
sitting.
he sees me as he walk in,
mist comming in the door,
as if the building is breathing into the cold.
he looks at his feet,
wiping them on the little coffee shop mat.
first the right foot.
then the left.
then the right again.
i wave,
but he isnt looking.
now he is.
i wave again.
he waves back.
hey he says.
voice cracks a little,
as if he hadnt spoken yet today.
maby he hadnt.
i sure havent.
hi.
my voice sounded faint,
so i said it again.
hi.
that was better.
he sits across from me,
and i shiver.
we sit for a moment,
and i begin to speak.



that is a story
i just wrote
right now
out of my head
its kinda bad
and poorly written
but if you like it
give me a comment
i will write the rest later
in another blog
stay tuned