Apology Poem

Deer Mommy,

I know I'm not soposd to go in your room wen you not home.
but i wen the babysiter fell asleep I got bord.
I know you always tell me to nock beforI come in, but you wernt hom so I just went in.
After making sure all your shoos fit right, I found this box.
I thought there would be more shoos in it but there was onli stoopid magaseens.
I think the peeple in them were getting ready to take a bath becus they had no cloths on.
So wen Nana came by, I asked her to reed them to me wile i take a bath.
Then she made me go to bed.
love, Suzi

p.s. sorry fr blowing up all the baloons in daddy's night stand.

Hoffnug (Matrix Peice)

Sudden chills slither down our spines,
We can start to hear them. We can hear, the beating of the war drums.
Druming, druming. Druming.

They appear marching out of the obsidean night.
Their footsteps crushing dreams and wishes.
Marching, marching. Marching.

We see their faces, the demonic faces.
Their lips twisted with gnarled grins that bring tears to our eyes.
Crying, crying. Crying.

The explosion of gunshots and explosives don’t interupt their perfect rythem.
The wailing of screams is like music to their ears,
They don’t hesitate.
Screaming, screaming. Screaming.

They round us up and contain us like rats in a sick scientist’s experiment.
What is left of their humanity is slowly bleeding,
their souls fadeing.
Bleeding, bleeding. Bleeding.

We see a purging light from this darkness. A great fire that radiates a shinning door,
A way to escape. The feelings of desperation are gone
and are quickly replaced.
Burning. Burning.Burning.
Hoffnung.