Ode to the monster locked outside my bedroom door

I'm sorry, my dear
I can't let you in tonight
for I have a secret I've
been meaning to tell you...
you see, I hate you.

I know nowis not a good time for you
you've had a bad day... week...
... life really.
Your mother didn't hug you enough
your borther "accidently" ran over your cat
your father doesn't care

You stubbed your toe
Your car has a flat
You're allergic to chocolate
And Santa left a coal in your stocking
Its tragic, really.

And I ephathize with you,
I do.
It just, that, this thing,
this relationship we've got going on
It isnt working out for me

You see, I'm tired.
I tired of the way you come
sneaking in admongst
the shadows at 3am.
It isn't decent.

I hate the way you
slither and the sounds
you make when you you are
trying to make me feel so
small.

I hate the person I have
become around you
the person you make me into
the person i know I am,
and i thought i would never be.

I hate the way you take my stregnths
my dreams, my successes,
my treasures...
and make them look so worthless,
so disgusting.

and so i am tired of hating
hating myself
and so now,
i have decided,
to hate you instead

so goodnight.
i would say we could
try to just be friends
but we all know those
never work out.

again, i say,
goodnight...
have a good life
and try, please try,
to stay out of mine.



Ode to the monster locked outside my bedroom door,
by leopoldina dewinter

Happy Happy Happy... Birthday

Dedicated to my bestest friend, and ex-roommate on her 24th birthday...

Happy Birthday Song, The Arrogant Worms

Once a year we celebrate

With stupid hats and plastic plates
The fact that you were able to make
Another trip around the sun
And the whole clan gathers round
And gifts and laughter do abound
And we let out a joyful sound
And sing that stupid song

Happy birthday!
(Now you're one year older!)
Happy birthday!
(Your life still isn't over!)
Happy birthday!
(You did not accomplish much
But you didn't die this year
I guess that's good enough)

So let's drink to your fading health
And hope you don't remind yourself
The chance of finding fame and wealth
Decrease with every year
Does it feel like you're doing laps
And eating food and taking naps
And hoping that someday perhaps
Your life will hold some cheer

Happy birthday!
(What have you done that matters?)
Happy birthday!
(You're starting to get fatter)
Happy birthday!
(It's downhill from now on
Try not to remind yourself
Your best years are all gone)

If cryogenics were all free
Then you could live like Walt Disney
And live for all eternity
Inside a block of ice
But instead your time is set
This is the only life you get
And though it hasn't ended yet
Sometimes you wish it might

Happy birthday!
(You wish you had more money)
Happy birthday!
(Your life's so sad it's funny)
Happy birthday!
(How much more can you take?
But your friends are hungry
So just cut the stupid cake)

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, dear...
[Beatrice, Rawr, Roomie, Bi-atch, K... um, yeah...]
Happy Birthday!

Whispering To The Shadows

Are we wrong for each other?
Speechless are we whenever we meet.
Petty greetings are our masks.
We chat briefly and stay between
the shallow lines of congeniality
but i want to see you underneath.

What do you yearn for?
If seeing is believing,
and believing is feeling,
I consider that you feel nothing
when you look at me, and,
that you think I return coldness.

Who do you want?
All I can hear are the questions.
When is it my turn to be the answer?
Does anyone else look at you
with the same masked need?
And would you know if they did?

Why can't it be me?
I tell myself I am happy with the way things are.
But i choke on the words,
my heart bleeding in my throat,
hoping that by saying the lie
it will nurture and grow into reality
but the dead stopped growing long ago

Can you hear my thoughts whisper?
Everytime I close my eyes,
I can feel you watching me
kissing me, touching me
so intense,
i lick my lips in anticipation

Where are you?
but when i open them you are gone
standing so close i could feel your heat
and yet we are so far apart
unable to stride the chasm between
the distance of two heartbeats


Whispering To The Shadows,
by Leopoldina DeWinter

Happy Birthday, Sunshine!

(c) Leopoldina Productions


DEDICATED TO MY BRAZILIAN SUNSHINE
ON HIS 27th YEAR AROUND THE SUN:

"Brazilian Boys"
(Performed to the melody of "California Girls, by the Beach Boys")

Well Swedish boy are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Arab boys, with the way they talk,
They knock me out when I’m down there
The Irish farmer’s sons,
they really make you feel alright
And the Italian boyss with the way they kiss
They keep their girlfriends warm at night

But I wish they all could be Brazilian
(I wish they all could be Brazilian)
I wish they all could be Brazilian boys....

Post-Election Blues

Dedicated to G.W. and the next four years:

The hippopotamus

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.

the hippopotamus, by Ogden Nash

Dreams of Hope

Lynd Ward, Wood Carving from "Singing Without Words"