The Way

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Caroline wrote this i love it

Fear of Failing on my own
No one to help me along
I have to do it all alone again
This time i'll change
This'll be different

I want to do it on my own again
I don't want your help
Stop lending me your fucking brain
I have to think
Leave me alone, I am on my own
Teal @ 5:23 PM

The trains rocks the passengers
Like the child that was never hugged.
Moving into the abyss of reality

Tears streaming down her face
Watching the strangers move along
Their lives
Unknowing to their fetal stab

They can’t see the flying children
Floating over their heads
Laughing,
They are.
Laughing like the dying hyena.
Lets all hope
That this train derails

Watching the children paint the sky with their tears.
From laughter
Rushing through
The spilling water
Slowly moving our heads to watch the world.

Why can’t we all derail.
Wouldn’t everyone be happy then
I would.
The children would cry.
No reason to laugh
When there is no one left.
No more sunsets
No more trains
Just us.

Laughing,
We are.
Laughing like those children
Laughing at the unborn egg.

Put away that round trip
This train derails
When it finally sees
A small toddler
Staring in the distance.
The mother
A deer in headlights.

The toddler,
Plays with its toy train.
Te stars are sparkling
Sun is bright
Mother is crying in the distant
But all it can hear is the laughing.
The Train is leaving,
Now boarding happy people.

-Written on the train to the therapists....i was in a huge fight with my mom and crying the whole time.
Teal @ 5:22 PM

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These are my poems. Written in my happiest and darkest hour. Wow that was corny. (tealytoo@yahoo.com)