Friday, December 7, 2007

Fortune Teller

I just got home from a neighbor's graduation party...tossed one too many down in an effort to celebrate (okay, I only had one...really big strong drink...but I'm a lightweight). As I walked the 4 house span from his house to mine, I had words screaming in my head so loud that I almost cried. I came home to write it down but a million things were jumping to the page. Type, delete. Type, delete. Type, delete. I am so mad for some reason. I hate writing. Its so frustrating. And now I'm dizzy and just hoping that something I've written will be worth not deleting in the morning when I get up.

Don’t believe the fortune teller’s tale
Her heads too wrapped up, sitting behind the crystal ball
She reads your future from this morning’s paper
She don’t know you at all

And so you leave with empty pockets
Empty lies and empty heart
Wishing you had something left to give
And you feel it’s tearing you apart

You were hoping for a fairy tale ending
Someplace in happily ever after land
But her words tore down your castle
Better to build your life with bricks, not sand

Despair and heartache try to break you
Hope seems very far away
Falling to your knees it takes you
Screaming the words you start to pray

Oh give me one more moment
One more day to get it right
Take the pain I’m drowning in
Give me strength to endure the fight

yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck! I wish I had a typewriter so I could bang it out and then throw it in the fireplace (I'm full of cliches) and forget about it. (ha ha, okay, its days later and I'm reading back on this and all I can say to myself is "oh the drama."


Kat Mortensen said...

Not bad, considering you were under the influence. Where did it stem from, I wonder?

Anonymous said...

Hmmm, sounds like what Aphrodite wrote when she realized how amazing Adonis was...

Anonymous said...

Adonis worshiped did all the Greek Gods.