garra101

If the sky can cry
and people dance and sing
under his tears
then why
when I cry
do people look down on me
if the sun can shine
and be bright and yellow
why is it
when I shine
people raise an eyebrow
if the clouds
can all be different
colors
shapes
and
huges
then why
when I am a different
color
shade
or huge
that everyone says to stop
if the sun and the rain
can meet
and create something beautiful
then why can
I not do the same
with my sun and rain
if the sky
can be different
every day
then why can't I?

I am wakened the next morning at six o clock by a phone call. Usually the only people loony enough to call my rat shack that early in the morning are my mother and telemarketers. In complete honesty I was hoping for the latter. It was too early for her ranting; I hadn't even had my morning coffee yet. Not that I have coffee in the house (the rats took it) or a coffee maker for that matter (they took that too) but it was still it was to early for her  to be yelling at me.  
It was to early to hear her voice. I don't like talking to my mom early in the morning or late at night. The reason for this is an odd one, one that most people don't believe until they meet my mother. The reason is my mother sounds like Michel Jackson. It was even worse on the phone, so naturally I didn't like talking to her in the morning or at night.
After hearing the phone five times I picket it up. It was my mom. "Tristan, this is your mother." I sighed "Hi Mom, how are you?" she sighed "I'm

I have always had bad luck. For my entire life  everywhere I've gone there has always been some stairs I manage to fall down,or something falls on my head, and don't even get me started on girls. My Mom always told me "Just give it time Tristan, there's a right girl for you, you just haven't met her yet" Well after hearing that my  entire teenage life I decided to move out.
Biggest mistake in my life. I now live in a ratty apartment. No really my apartment has rats in it. There are at least twenty of them all living in under bed, at night u can here them scratching It's a wonder I get any sleep.  In the morning's are the worst, when I get out of bed I step on long, bony,nasty rat tales. They bite me of course, leaving bite marks, and little trickles of blood. I's a good thing I've had my ravines shot, or who knows what happen. These rats are evil the decided they have a taste for wires, the wires that run my house to be specific. After stuff stopped workin