The Brattychick

I'm counting sheep Waiting for The Sleep To swallow me whole Murder this day Let the night smother it Keep it down,  keep it quiet And for fuck's sake, Don't. Think. Rescue me.

My poem about the perfect father featured on Yahoo!

I wish I was shiny. I wish I was new. An everlasting gobstopper. Fuck! Please make me chewing gum that doesn't lose it's flavor. Ever.

It's too frightening to step back into the phonebooth with a tornado blowing around inside of it I can't even hope to grasp a piece of the debris. Even though you love me now Even though, I'm so afraid of you. Everything I love lying bleeding around my feet How did I end up holding the smoking gun? I had something so fine for you Something strong Something brittle You stomped my lovely gift into pieces With your big boots (I think you didn't even notice) When I saw what you'd done I took a sledgehammer to it all And I smashed it to powder Everyone came to eat popcorn and watch And I was holding the hammer They raised an eyebrow And crucified me And no one cared And no one saved me They all spat on me And said I did it to myself Even you And they were right Although not in the way they thought I did it to myself long long ago No matter I put on the crown of thorns they made for me And hung my head Published with Blogg...

I thought I had your heart and soul I gladly gave you mine But now I see, it's not just me Who else is on your mind? You say that ship sailed long ago Her heart just wasn't in it But though you never got together You'd have said yes in a minute You don't tell her, you won't tell me You sneak while I can't sleep I read your eyes all full of lies And promises you can't keep I know the truth, but love you so That I just play along Even though, if she said "go" I know you'd be long gone Today I saw her through your eyes The truth now plain as day. And here's the thing: I am first string But only cause she won't play Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

It's been such a long lonely time Since you put your arm around me Since you pressed your lips to mine Like you did when you first found me It's been even longer still Since you told me that you loved me I wonder if I ever will Hear the words, "Baby you're so lovely." I'm not saying that you Haven't been true I know you haven't put anyone before me But there's more to the deal You answered "I will" When they asked if you'd always adore me. But who's counting The days I give, but I don't get love? I just stand here all amazed Cause it seems that you can just forget love. But as it gets longer and longer, The longing gets stronger and stronger For the days when you had eyes for only me Who's counting? Lonely me. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

He wasn't there She discounted the good in me Black void where I know something goes! I curiously watch those who have it. That foreign thing. Head cocked to the side. Confused. Trying to absorb the culture by osmosis, or at least learn the language. I play it again and again Even though it's painful. Your icy glaze overlooks me. You and your fucking walls That no amount of pleading touches Or hot tears melt. You only do the right thing if it's someone else Anyone else. To let me know I'm at the bottom of the list. Yeah, I got the memo. Do you find yourself here? It's because you've injured me. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

oh haiku worksheet stop looking at me like that tell me what to write

come here... If you will let me be the little spoon and whisper me your secrets, I will listen intently and use my magic tricks then I will spin you something exquisitely beautiful out of words so you will know you are of infinite importance. It will be Our Most Lovely Moment Even if you forget it, forget me I know it is still in you somewhere, and I remember everything. I write it on my heart.

"Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of snow. And when it's dry and ready...where'd my dreidel go?"

Pot In The Fridge, your lid has come off while I was getting a piece of birthday cake, (that had pleasantly surprised me because I thought we had nothing to eat) I will just replace it without looking because you've been in there so long I don't remember what you are holding anymore ...and I am frightened. Maybe Jamie will be brave enough to clean you out like, next time we need to make pasta or something.

"Why do nerds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you."

So Bangkok Blues has a sort of an open mic night on Sundays. Everyone brings their instruments and they set up little groups. So I'm going to sing. The catch is that I have to sing blues. I think I don't like the blues. Please let me know what your top 3 blues songs are. Here's one I think I'm going to do this Sunday.

This is for Nick , who sold wine today while listening to The Misfits.

I shuffle the cards, and fly the low ones across the room and what I have left lets me color you an angel I hold my hand of souvenirs for dear life to Remember some lovely little things first kisses and street lights shiny skin and blue night touching boyish strong arms, hard stomach tracing the line down your back swimming in the dysfunction is awfully fine because at least it's accepting and sincere your excited smile and mischievous look mulch in my hair and scared stomach you made me feel it's a shame... like how my leg fit perfectly in the crook of yours you remembered my pain, even though you didn't have to you were standing so close I could feel the heat of your body put your arm around me slow nervous breath on the back of my neck breathing me in. Pulling me in. One hand on my waist. I'm always with you. I would be honored. I still love you. You. You. and you and you.

Miles : Mommy was singing this song 24/7 all day yesterday. Thomas : 24/7? Just yesterday, huh? Miles: Yes.

I have a cold today. But it's only in one nostril. Weird. My left face is fine but my right face is all stuffy. It's been a very rough week for me, so I thought we could watch some TV, internet.

"What's all this?" -George Banks from Mary Poppins I don't know why but this quote cracks me the freak up. You probably don't feel the same way, but since when has my blog been about you? Unless you are, like, anybody I know. In any case, I've decided to incorporate this phrase into my vocab. If you care to listen to a blast from your childhood:

Leaves Emerald before All the leaves change colors Very cold Except my house Smushy apples - Dexter

while unloading the dishwasher... Will you be mine? Yes I Will Will you be mine again? No I won't Why not, bayyybeeee? Because I already married you.