I just started crying and then just started writing.
Really it seems more like ranting.
Just fucking cry for hours on end.
No stop.
Never stopping.
Can't stop.
But for a while before that you're fine.
You have found this inner peace inside of you.
But you know you're about to break.
You feel it; that little crack?
And then you think one thing.
One tiny thing.
(Really, it could be any thing.)
And it hits a nerve.
And you're doomed.
And your eyes start watering
And your lips start quivering
And your hands start shaking
And your mind is freaking out:
WHAT'S GOING ON?!
You're crying.
You're in the midst of a good, long, cry.
It'll feel bad at some times and it'll feel good at others.
At some times you'll cry for your failing grade in Chemistry.
Others you'll cry for your dad losing his job.
Sometimes you'll cry for a friend of a friend who passed away.
Maybe you'll cry for a childhood friend who has lost his way.
You'll cry for a lot of things in your life time.
But sometimes you get those good cries
Where you're not really crying for anything at all
But it all just came out so fast you couldn't do much about it.
So you cry.
And you cry some more.
And your nose runs
And you may drool.
(Let's face it: Crying isn't cute.)
Your eyes will get puffy
And your face will get red.
And your hair you took hours to fix?
Gone, destroyed;
a big birds nest on top of your red, puffy-eyed face.
But those are the best cries.
The kind of cries that lead up to moments of serenity.
The kind of cries where you learn why you're brown-haired,
why the sky is blue, and why it rains when you have outdoor plans.
Those are the kind of cries I live for.
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Written on 2008-12-30 at 07:49
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Really it seems more like ranting.
A Good Cry
Sometimes don't you just want to cry?Just fucking cry for hours on end.
No stop.
Never stopping.
Can't stop.
But for a while before that you're fine.
You have found this inner peace inside of you.
But you know you're about to break.
You feel it; that little crack?
And then you think one thing.
One tiny thing.
(Really, it could be any thing.)
And it hits a nerve.
And you're doomed.
And your eyes start watering
And your lips start quivering
And your hands start shaking
And your mind is freaking out:
WHAT'S GOING ON?!
You're crying.
You're in the midst of a good, long, cry.
It'll feel bad at some times and it'll feel good at others.
At some times you'll cry for your failing grade in Chemistry.
Others you'll cry for your dad losing his job.
Sometimes you'll cry for a friend of a friend who passed away.
Maybe you'll cry for a childhood friend who has lost his way.
You'll cry for a lot of things in your life time.
But sometimes you get those good cries
Where you're not really crying for anything at all
But it all just came out so fast you couldn't do much about it.
So you cry.
And you cry some more.
And your nose runs
And you may drool.
(Let's face it: Crying isn't cute.)
Your eyes will get puffy
And your face will get red.
And your hair you took hours to fix?
Gone, destroyed;
a big birds nest on top of your red, puffy-eyed face.
But those are the best cries.
The kind of cries that lead up to moments of serenity.
The kind of cries where you learn why you're brown-haired,
why the sky is blue, and why it rains when you have outdoor plans.
Those are the kind of cries I live for.
Words by kgirard
Read 626 times
Written on 2008-12-30 at 07:49
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