Tongue Tied

I realize that it has been a very long time since I have actually written about the going-ons in my life. Well, looking back that is a lie. Half of everything I write has great significance in my life it is just weather or not you know how to read what it is. Now I realize you might need a decoder for what I just said, but instead I strongly encourage you to agree. Smile, nod, and walk away.

I'm horrible at talking, I'll admit that, and many of you readers that actually know me will agree (okay, like all two of you.) I have this (supposedly) incredible gift of writing, so as to the point of people actually liking to read it, and on some occasion it even provokes emotions. But alas, I can not translate that gift to my tongue. Some people have a silver tongue... mine is rusty iron.

I agree with myself, I'm horrible at talking. And it really bothers me, purely because I know you could hand me a piece of paper and I could write for you a small poem on exactly what I want to say, and more then likely convey my meaning much better then my idiotic stuttering of words, and "ums" could ever get me. I am, honestly, trying to improve this shortcoming of myself, but I really don't know where to start, I think for one I will just verbally express myself more then my classic masochistic ways.

New Years Resolution

Just let us know what's going on,
don't make it so difficult and stupid,
to figure out whats going on.
When you just sit there moping around
we don't really care what's on your mind
unless you want to talk.
We don't want to have to beat you senseless,
with our questions and concerns,
cares and sympathy,
just to hear you blow it off.
We don't want to deal with all your shit,
the only way we can get to it
is with two fists and a crowbar,
we just don't care that much about your problems.
If you want to sit down start talking about it,
we'd be more then happy to help you stay on your feet,
keep your head cool and smiling,
keep you from losing touch with all you love.
So just get over all of your stupid problems,
let the cat out of the bag;
attach your tongue right back to where it belongs.
Tell us everything you care about,
everything that bothers you.
Just get in out of the cold,
you masochistic s-o-b.
All this emo shit is getting old.