Picture the darkest corner
of the deepest cave
and that barely describes
the dark and heavy wave
that is crashing down
leaving no chance to save
me.
Picture the darkest corner
of the deepest cave
and that barely describes
the dark and heavy wave
that is crashing down
leaving no chance to save
me.
No clouds in the sky
as a soft breeze floats on by;
Nature at her best.
The words between us
are never spoken aloud
yet somehow you know
how you make me proud.
Just one single look,
even from across the room,
fills my heart with joy
that I will take to my tomb.
Even though it’s never been said
you must know how I feel
because something as strong as this
makes you believe that love is real.
What with the approaching holiday and the recent events overseas, I thought it fitting to create some cards we could send to our former parent across the pond.
It looks as though you finally understand. | Happy Independence Day! |
We’re sorry! | Next time we throw your tea in the harbor, we will make sure to heat it first. |
The British are coming! | Wait, you’re leaving… |
After all these years… | We’re still glad we left you. |
You will always be like our mother (land) | We hope we don’t end up like you, but we love you anyway. |
That phone doesn’t purr
and that television,
well it has no fur.
That book may be good
but I am better
so you should
put that down
and play with me;
I wear the crown
so don’t make a peep
since now you can
watch me sleep.
The door is locked
the lights are out
the stove is off
I know my route.
The air is on
the water is fresh
the food is plenty
still you take my flesh.
I’ve cleaned your box
and I’ve pet your head
what’s that you say?
I forgot to make the bed?
The night the lights flickered
I knew right then and there
my love for you was eternal
I cross my heart and swear.
Then, a ghost appeared
that only I could see
from out the darkness
we shared half-heartedly.
In that moment we would stay
for what seemed eternity
and I wouldn’t leave your side
but for eternal sleep.
My dial-up internet
connects quicker, it’s true
than the connection that’s lost
between me and you.
How can I tell you
what I cannot tell myself?
Somehow, could you know?
I think that your skin
being so close to mine
is the best sensation
that is quite divine.
The electricity is charged
and the energy is high;
it courses through my veins
so I think I could die.
Just the thought of you now
makes my heart beat
when for so long before
it was merely obsolete.