Rejection Hurts A FellaWith boastful reds and grinning yellows, ghastly greens and sobbing blues, the children danced down the streets accompanied only by their fellow trick-or-treaters and the breathing shadows of the night. The winds blew throughout the neighborhood, stirring up the fallen soldiers of the trees, as it howled and moaned seemingly seething at the lack of attention it acquired. Shrieks and wails filled the night air as the children fluttered from door to door in search of the candy they so eagerly sought. Hands shoved themselves into bags carelessly as feet continued to happily carry their cargo, parents laughed and drank as the night continued on and children paid no heed to the moon glowing ominously above. The scenery seemed to swim and spin merrily across their vision as copious amounts of laughter and meaningless chatter drifted towards the woods. Drinks sloshed and hips swayed, smiles broadened and lips stretched, as their movements and footwork seemed to synchronize with the tune of thRejection Hurts A Fella5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Squirrel MeatSquirrel was your nickname in high school.Squirrel Meat5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
You were often the oddest person around.
Why did you leave that tree trodden campus
that you once felt so keen to stay?
Why did you linger?
Questions plague the thoughts of your mind;
twisted wires from a tire now made to mesh.
Poison oak, baked into minty muffins,
makes you fall asleep, when you need to die.
What is it like to think that
squirrel is a great side dish to most fish courses?
Only you would know something like that.
Let the bread and olive oil cry itself to sleep.
Remember the films
where everyone gets away and ends up
with exactly what they wished for?
Recall the thoughts of freedom we had
while crossing that river backwards,
arm in arm and laughing all the way?
No one lives the way
that they want to live, because
then they would get everything
that they ever wanted.
You're drunk as hell
when the sound of friends
makes you want to drive your car.
How could you want anything more
than to blaze down the wrong side of the