#To do list

To do
And done;
Underlining my dreams;
And hopes
And thoughts I'd never have the courage to voice,
With a bleeding red pen that crosses these sad pages too often for comfort.

But that's ok;
Because I'm cynical and'd rather feel curt, purple pain.

Italics here flicker, knocking the bottom trailings off letters like a falling cleaver rends (also falling) carrots;
Because I'm scared and don't often care about how neatly I write,
Because here I'm unsure,
Because here my self-faith is failing as it may should:
"Can I not correctly make known the passion in this script without them?"

Emboldened where I hide and run and leave a few large rocks in my place;
Mayn't you notice..?
I'm too frightened and must pull over my contrasting, grinning mask,
Though that's fine, because the lights are strung out and white,
Everything's completely grey, crazy as it sounds,
And life's a painfully tragic stage.

Now all we need is time;
Time and a bit of sadism,
To make this a comedy.
And everything will be alright
EVERYTHINGWILLBE ALRIGHT
EVERYTHINGWILL BEALRIGHT
EVERYTHINGWILLBEALRIGHT

12/27/12