“How much do I hate you? Let me count the ways.”
“As if you can complain. I’m the best thing for you.”
“Really? That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”
“Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”
Giving those diabolical miniature flakes of metal in their prison
Little shakes with an evil grin on my face
If you hadn’t had crossed the line it wouldn’t have come to this
The trap set, I just sit back with the airhorn and count down
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The horn screams through the night
Resulting in you throwing off your covers, releasing the pile of sparkle into your entire everything.
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore
Now what are we going to do?
I liked counting to ten
Now we can’t without bringing up the senseless cannibalistic murder
Evoking the horrific time when seven ate,,,
“So cool that you know how to play the guitar.”
“Kind of you to say, but I’m the drummer, remember?”
“I know. That’s why we supposedly brought you into the band.”
“Let me get this straight., were you being sarcastic?”
“Lots of love, dude, but call us back when you can count to four.”
So many places he could be hiding
Especially since he was such a small tike
And she made sure to count to one hundred out loud
Ready or not, here I come!
Couple of minutes later he came out of his spot and wondered what happened
Her giggles gave away the fact that she never decided to…
Watching time crawl slowly past
And wondering why you are not here
It drives me crazy as I count the seconds
To when I can join you in heaven
Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!
Count me as one of the choir nerds
Looking on with envy at the cool kids over there
It kind of wants to make me gag
Questioning why it couldn’t be me
Until some orchestra kid tries to sit at our table
Even us choir nerds have standards
When sitting down in front of her computer
Olivia began her daily penance
Dancing on the keyboard
Crafting new realms from the ether
Outpouring her imagination onto the page
Until she felt she could write no more that day
Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be
That or break her will to write till New Years.