weird poem

Once there was a magical land,
and it was there that the biggest plants did grow.
All the farmers wanted in,
so that their seeds they may sow.

I was left to guard this land,
to watch over it until the end of time.
The trust was laid before me,
the farmers could not to enter to take what is mine.

The farmers came,
and all at once they fought.
Their forces multiplying,
they accomplished their wicked plot.

Then the land was planted,
and the farmers raped the soil.
Nothing grew there anymore,
and the farmers just went away.
I was left standing,
Holding nothing but the blame.

Myaogu'irce Park: Saturday night with Mark and Little Tim

Laughing like there was a stand up death match night at the comedy club with Robin Williams and Chris Rock both telling black jokes. I rolled out from behind the bench as my older brother told his friend he liked her. This was only funny because she started laughing at him. I had tried to hold it back myself but after about five minutes I realized she wasn't happy to hear this, but rather didn't take him seriously. That was funny all on it's own. Take into account that he was head over heels for this girl "friend" of his and it was hilarious.

As I rolled out from behind the bench my brother turned and walked away angry and upset, which only made me laugh harder. He was always doing this, meeting a girl and falling for her. Never did she return the feelings, and two times out of three she'd find it funny. I'm sure the third thought it was funny too but just managed to escape sight before bursting into laughter.

Suddenly though she got serious and called out to him to stop. He did almost hesitantly, as if it was his imagination. The look on her face seemed concerned, like everything that was so funny only moments ago all made sense now. He turned with tear streams in pause on his face, as though on hold until needed again. She looked at him and asked him if he was serious. He replied only with a node of approval. After that a moment passed where we all sat in silence. She was searching his face for something, any sign of dishonesty. Then all at once she smiled, and stood. He smiled too, and they walked off down the park trail holding hands and giggling like children.

I just lay there, staring into the darkness where they had vanished. That was the first time he'd gotten a girl to like him. Then I couldn't help it, I just started laughing again. I was thinking about what she'd do if he asked to touch her butt.

A short poem...

Sewing the hole in my world one stitch at a time,
moving as fast as I can without messing up.
Watching as the light escapes into the nothing,
thinking about the dark that leaking in.

Another tear might form over there,
something might rip that stitch if it's not done right.
Have to finish quickly,
before the world I love is swallowed by darkness.