I HAVE SO MANY SPELLING ERRORS, I'm going to try and ignore them.

Scenery has never been my thing.   There's a house on a hill where a family lives.  Snow hasn't fallen for over seven years but that's okay!  The family has no concern for Global Warming.  By the time the North Pole has melted and Santa is swimming in between the sky scrapers of Manhattan, they'll be long and gone.  It's okay in the town of Sommerville, where all the county's sugar cane is grown.  They'll be long and gone when ice is all gone.

When Sarah's father was young, he was the king of carrot flowers or so I've been told.  There's way too many rattle snakes in these fields.  Her mother would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder.  Dad would throw all the garbage across the floor.  Sarah would hide away in her room with her best friend, Roy, lying on the floor counting all the fake glowing stars on her ceiling until she'd fall asleep in his tiny pale arms.

Drinking isn't for pleasure when you're older, it's about escaping the troubles the day brought along for the ride.  Mr. Jones always kept whiskey in his front overalls pocket.  Working the sugar fields was tiring.  Tobacco kept his muscles going while the whiskey helped shut off the part of his brain that always screamed "Go lie down and rest a while, check up on your pregnant wife."  Jones never showed much sympathny even for his own blood.

The scarecrow in the field was the most dressed member of the family with the least intentions of a career.  

You seem to be forgetting what goes on inside a child's soul.  Mixtures of crayola colors, fresh baked cookies, snow angels, scraped knees, hopes of finding four leaf clovers, bed time stories and imaginary friends.  I'm sorry you missed out on all of that in your childhood.  If it'll make you feel better, we can go to the supermarket, arts & crafts shop and bookstore.  I'll bake the cookies, pack a meal, we'll travel out West to the sunflower fields, setup a picnic, paint the scenery and read each other children's stories until it's time to leave.  

Let's not try to figure out everything at once.

I'm heading up North to catch some lobster for extra cash.  You're more than welcome to come but your new lover has to stay behind.  Your choice, hun.  Him and the innercity struggle or me and my open wilderness and all.  The offer won't be on the table for long.

If my parents start crying, than I'll a dig tunnel from my window to yours.  Yeah, a tunnel?  

You make me happy in all the ways I don't want someone to.  

And on the fourth night, I was walking home, chain smoking more than my lungs should.  I've been squinting a lot more lately and I don't know why.  Maybe I'm hoping I'll go blind so I don't have to sit back and see what's happening in front of me.  Ooh cliche, you would like that wouldn't you?

Babies.  

What do you want to hear?  Bears in a house eating someone else's food?  Princesses being saved by white knights?  Slaying dragons?  Slaying Trolls?  Putting humpty dumpty back together again?  I don't really know if I can stop the big bad wolf like I claimed many moons ago.  I don't know where to start, really, I'm sorry.

Oh olga, my dear, you know my wishes are sincere.

She loved to dance and sing.  Truly it was her heart rested, on stage but there were people in the World who loathed the idea of her becoming famous.  Greedy, yes.  Terrible, yes.  Twisted, oh most definitely.  The World is a cruel and unusual place, unfortunately for Layla, she would never be able to out run it.  

Pick my heart apart like the pedals on a flower.  It only hurts with every other tug.

Do you ever miss the days of yesterday?  Today's too short and tomorrow will be here before I know it and I'm so caught up in the days of the year that I forget what month my mother's birthday is in it before it's already long and gone.  

Wine.  She wants Wine for her birthday because it makes her legs go numb.

I can hear the dust coming off that old piano, when was the last time you cleaned it?  Really, when was the last time you cleaned it?  Twenty three years ago?

I don't mind sitting on this porch every day until you arrive home.  It's a price I must pay allowing you to run off to Kansas.

One day you'll be a poet, I just know it and before can realize what's going on, you'll be knees deep in prose.  

There she goes off into the sunset in a corvette she didn't even buy.  The wind trying to escape her hair while her life gets left behind.  A typical long island girl, crossing the George Washington, having no clue what she is getting herself into without daddy's american express.

I wish I could sing you a tune your mother would hum every night when your eyes closed.  I wish I could hold your hand and swing your arm just like your father used to.  I wish I could be there for you like your brother was when your grandmother left this world.  I wish I could be the lover like the guy before me obviously was before his unfaithful accident.  I wish a lot of things lately and I'm not sure why.  Maybe, I just want you to be happy.

Lemonade.  Pink Lemonade.  Pomegranate Lemonade.  Blueberry Lemonade.  You'll always be the ade to my lemon.  I don't even know what that means but it's okay, you laughed a little.

Hi.  Hello.  Howdy Mister.

I'm Mister Jones, you're Ms. Jones, no relation.  

Clap with the singer for awhile, it'll make him feel better and get the crowd going.  You know you miss being the center of attention, so get on that stage with him and show him how the magic happens.

Say Goodnight.  

Let's not try to figure out, everything at once.  

I know you never want to get married to the man you love the most, you're caught up in this dilemma of trying to figure out what is best.  So let me help you along the way.  You're spending too much money on products for your hair.  You should clean your car every once in awhile, it's been disgusting for as long as I can remember.  The outfits you go out in broad daylight wearing are always much better than the ones at night.  Smiling never hurt anyone.  

Let's move to the city together, the suburbs is obviously dangerous for our blood.  The stuck up house wives have been like parasites to your social life and you can't take it anymore, I've noticed your hair has been falling out, maybe it's time to see a therapist.

Mr and Ms/Mrs

Love is the remedy of the emotional cold

Can you hear it baby?  It's the white noise of my heart, crying out to you about nothing.  

Eyeshadow, used by men and women that want their eyes to be the light you die into.  Lame, I know.

Come on now, we've been waiting for THREE WHOLE HOURS, WHEN'S THE FRICKEN BUS GONNA GIT HERE?!

It'll get here when it GETS HERE!

Birds of a feather, flock together.  Or so I've been told by the National Geographic special that aired three mondays ago.  I'm not entirely sure who to believe anymore.  I can trust in these scientists of men about the menstrual cycles of ostriches and hippos or go listen to my local Priest about a virgin never having hers.  You tell me, who sounds crazier?

Johnny, what are you doing with that candy cane?  Be nice to Janey.

The Princess ran away from Home.  Her Romeo wasn't treating her like the Juliet she always pictured she'd be some day.  The hills are always bigger when you're at the bottom of them.  Climb Layla Climb to the top.  You can show them you're not like what they say.  

Does it feel like you're dying?

She woke up in a struggle.  Her eyes wide and pale as Snow White.  Beauty was out hunting for the Beast and Peter Pan ventured to Wonderland because Alice called out for some Merry Men but Robin never called back.  

I think I'm dying.  I think I'm dying.

Iran - Buddy

Hey Buddy, What is wrong?  After you waited so long.  How can you walk away?  You shouldn't care what I say.  You don't even know me.  Yeah, looks pretty good, I'd let you in here if I could But I don't really know how, still haven't figured it out just how I got in here.  Somehow they all got it wrong and they all seem to like it that way. And I let it go on too long and I forgot what I really meant to say, it feels like I'm dying.  It feels like I'm dying and you don't even know the truth.  Yeah sorry I laughed, I wish I hadn't done that I'm such a dick sometimes.  I haven't paid for my kind (?) and I want you to hear, Somehow they all got it wrong and that's how they wanted it to stay.  I let it go on too long and it's like it had always been that way well now I know, well I know about it I fought(?) and I know what you thought and its so hard to make it this far and I'm sure I could help you a lot but buddy, I THINK YOU SHOULD STAY WHERE YOU ARE I THINK YOU SHOULD STAY WHERE YOU ARE I THINK YOU SHOULD STAY WHERE YOU ARE because I'm dying, yeah I think I'm dying.  I think I'm dying.  I'm just fucking with you(?)

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And so it seems to go we don't even know where we're going anymore.  You want to go North and I want to go South.  I'm not leaving so can we make a deal and head west instead?  I'm willing to bet they have a brewery just like the one we're heading out to.  

There once was a yellow Kangaroo.  He had not a care in the World and his fists were covered in red boxing gloves to show strangers he meant business.  Why can't I write a story no matter how hard I try?  

I'm a New Yorker, what can I say?  

Is it lame that my heart melts whenever I hear "She's Always A Woman?"