When your half-eaten popsicle starts sliding down the stick, that's when jerks come around asking for a share

And while watching a mesmerizing dance of yellow, orange and red;
I had a million thoughts running a marathon in my head:
why was I so interested in having words written on paper become ash?,
Why was i burning all the rectangle shapes
which were composed of nothing more than trees, ink and lead?
Little notes filled with little hypocritical messages,
scrawled with "Thank you's", "Hugs", "Never change" and "thanking god for a friend like you";
...Meaningless, that's all they are...
I didn't know half of you and I don't remember most of you;
you're all shadows and glimpses who have been stripped of names and faces
because you weren't important enough to be remembered.

How gloriously tragic...
Though the thought that I am no more than a name to you
gives me a strange sense of comfort
after all, why would I like to be remembered by a shadow?

I kept having these ominously dark thoughts
watching wave after wave of gray colored smog
rise above my head in a vine of smoke of sorts,
or could it be a snake instead of a vine,
that likes to wrap and entwine
through the thoughts that encase my already
stressed out mind?

As I watched the last of the notes be consumed
by that orange-yellow flame of doom
I couldn't help but feel ecstatic
that the final letters going in
we're finally going to be in their right place

I watched as meaningless sentiments turned to ash
Love, hope, virtue ...
all becoming black and gray
reflecting the sky that lied
in the dark recesses of my mind

As I watched the last of the smokey tendrils
swirl and spin, entwine and curl,
making their journey up towards the sky,
I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and relaxation...
You always were undeserving of my friendship
you could have not thrown it back in my face,
then again you did

So as an hommage to you
It is only proper for me
to burn the last of your memory alive
the letters you sent hold no meaning anymore
and trust me, i wouldn't even turn back once
if i saw you crawling on the floor

The smoke is getting to my head
I've inhaled more than I should
feeling lightheaded and stumbling
I make my way back inside
Heart light and head clear
I think i can finally
feel accomplished....

- Damn...and you called ME emo...
- shut up 2nd, you know you made me write that
- yeah but, i mean c'mon....getting hyphy cause the bitch actually had some balls to tallk to you...
- she is a bitch....never cared for like 3 years and NOW she decides to talk to me, almost like she didn't kick me to the curb...
- idiot, stop stewing in your anger....you'll wake up you know who
- Dude, WTF? he's not voldemort you know
- hn...
- ahahahahaha who said he wasn't emo like....
- say it and you die....a horrible horrible death
- fine.....

So, in other news - what other news?- Shut up!....anyways....i wrote this from the top of my head and it might not be all that great....i had another one and it rather rhymed but was in spanish....might translate - the other one is hella emo- and you would know huh? - I'm just saying...more later kiddies....