going_grey
birdmad
a
few
strands
of
hair
,
general
perszpective
day_after_day
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...
birdmad
My
hair
,
since
i
was
9
years
old
.
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...
god
noticed
it
late
last
year
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...
megan
all
the
world
fades
to
gray
there
is
no
black
and
white
i
never
have
any
idea
what
to
say
except
how
i
love
you
tonight
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...
/anon
I
can
proudly
and
patrioticly
say
that
I
have
no
strong
opinion
either
way
!
smoke_screen
?
I
don't
know
what
that
is
but
whenever
I
think
of
it
I
think
of
life
being
like
looking
through
a
smoke
screen
.
all
is
blurred
and
slightly
drey
and
life
is
dream
and
dream
is
life
.
Hey
I
never
tried
a
poem
on
blather
before
!
Once
upon
a
midnight
dreary
,
while
I
pondered
weak
and
weary
,
Over
many
a
quaint
and
curious
volume
of
forgotten
lore
-
While
I
nodded
nearly
napping
suddenly
there
came
...
oops
.
oh
well
im
not
very
good
anyway
no
initiative.
I
entered
a
poem
in
a
contest
and
I
got
called
down
to
the
guidance
office
cause
they
thought
it
was
about
suicide
when
it
wasn't
.
panic
attacks
it
was
.
it
feels
like
you
dying
when
you
have
one
so
...
anyway
my
mind
is
wandering
out
of
control
because
I
cant
control
it
and
since
it
controls
my
fingers
I
am
helpless
. runnaway
fingers
they
should
be
doing
my
very
late
homework
if
not
my
dad
will
kill
me
but
that
smoke
screen
again
is
over
my
head
and
eyes
.
He
is
a
published
poet
my
dad
and
he
drinks
and
smokes
pot
but
for
the
most
part
he
is
a
good
dad
...
he
is
a
writer
he
has
an
excuse
to
drink
and
smoke
reefer
right
?
here
go
my
fingers
again
my
hand
lookes
like
a
monkeys
but
not
I
read
a
good
book
yesterday
but
I
wanna
get
prozac
nation
the
book
I
could
be
making
25
bucks
right
now
sorting
my
dads
collection
of
literature
that
has
takin
over
our
family
room
shelves
but
noo
not
forasdmerrrrrrr
I
win
dumbass
fingers
sorry
I
needed
to
write
something
either
that
or
other
means
to
get
my
mind
off
of
the
anxiety
bad
means
ouchies!
sorry
I
stop
now
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