tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538885335616428897.post7782372662111265018..comments2024-01-09T08:17:02.166-08:00Comments on The Teacher's Closet: John Skarlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11157605242316166475noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538885335616428897.post-60569491068775872822011-02-16T18:00:43.761-08:002011-02-16T18:00:43.761-08:00Hey Skarl. I tried emailing this, but I had a sink...Hey Skarl. I tried emailing this, but I had a sinking suspicion that it might not have worked. Thus, I decided to just send it to you via blogger comment. Good idea, right? If you don't mind, do you think you could look it over and give me some feedback? Thanks as always.<br /><br />Lost in my head, I feel so dead<br />I paint my mind a vibrant red<br />There are no signs to guide my way<br />So I come back here every day<br />I wave hello and kiss goodbye<br />But most of me still wonders why<br />The clouds still move, the grass still grows<br />I ask around but no one knows<br />Directionless, misunderstood<br />I failed just like you said I would<br />I just can't shake the shame I wear<br />Sometimes it's more than I can bear<br />The stars burn out without a sound<br />A backdrop for a burial ground<br />I wonder, when I see the rain<br />If that's how Heaven shows its pain<br />There's nothing quite within my reach<br />I'm just one grain upon the beach<br />I'm trapped somewhere that makes no sense<br />I can't find any evidence<br />I've come to learn I've been decieved<br />By everything I once believed<br />The open hand became a fist<br />The rainbow faded into mist<br />I'm looking for a land that I'd once seen<br />Advertised on the cover of a magazine<br />A savage garden where I'd go<br />To hide from all this silent snow<br />Now all I know is I can't stay<br />I've got to somehow steal away<br />The birds and fish and hills and trees<br />All protest what the blind man sees<br />The darkest dark, the blackest blue<br />I made these plans, they went askew<br />Emotionless and full of rage<br />I kill myself with every page<br />You lied to me, you said you heard<br />The truth I hid between these words<br />I know it's there, but I don't care<br />Enough to try to point out where<br />The whole world's useless anyway<br />I really don't know why I stay<br />It's something in the way she talks<br />A funeral march dressed like a walk<br />Agreed, its quite a good disguise<br />Two empty holes that look like eyes<br />A kind of down that feels like up<br />A cure inside a paper cup<br />This map was drawn out upside-down<br />Turns out you can't escape this town<br />There's something here that feeds on death<br />It inhales every exhaled breath<br />A leech that sucks up broken dreams<br />Then disappears into the seams<br />We're all just worthless ambiance<br />I don't expect fair recompense<br />Struck down by the hand that feeds<br />Expecting life to meet my needs<br />I'm thinking no but saying yes<br />I'm counting on a lucky guess<br />The same old thing for eighteen years<br />Laughter followed up by tears<br />Ascension followed by collapse<br />Recovery and then relapse<br />I think if I can't break this chain<br />I'm surely bound to go insane<br />I've already lost so much<br />I'd break just from the slightest touch<br />Outside's in and inside's out<br />Reality defused my doubt<br />Laugh to show me I'm alive<br />Convince me not to take this dive<br />I found out from a previous dare<br />There's nothing else but rocks down there<br />They'll mess you up but let you live<br />They'll take what you don't have to give<br />So what if you're still in one piece?<br />The crossfire still has yet to ceaseChrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07320619828989379562noreply@blogger.com