I Fell Off My Bike, and Ten Tips for Rage Monsters

I Fell Off My Bike

Today I fell off my bike,

And I couldn't help but like,

As I lay in a pitiful mound,

When my hands scrapped the ground.

The blood upon my palms,

Somehow the feeling calms

My life fill of the grid.

The scratches say I'm still a kid.

Amazing back-flip fails, 

Dirt in my finger nails,

Climbing a tree,

Arms covered in sap,

Crawling under the bed,

Where the monsters nap.

My knees still bruised and bloodied, 

As dented as my car,

I tried to leave behind the crayons,

But I never got very far.

Maybe one day 

I'll wake up and say 

I'm much to old for stupid play.

To bruise my knees,

To talk to the breeze,

Or scuffing my arms by climbing trees.

Then I'll be wise,

Despite my size.

Despite my longing to play on the swings,

Or go to the island of wild things.

But that day is not today,

Because a voice said something like,

"You should go outside and play!

You should ride your bike!"

Note to self (and my faithful readers):  I'm'a be honest, I'm probably never going to publish that post about my trip to Ecuador.  Apologies to those who wished to read it.

Also, have I mentioned that I'm a bit of a rage monster?  In the last few weeks, I found several things that helped calm me.
 Tip for calming rage monsters #1:  Listen to a hard core screamo song.

#2:  After completing tip #1, listen to a gentle, sad song that has meaning to you.
#3:  Climb a tree
#4:  Climb a tree in the rain
#5:  Repeat steps 1-2.
#6:  Splatter your entire arm with paint.
#7:  Splatter your friends entire arm with paint.

#8:  Take a long car ride
#9:  Learn to do a flamingo dance

#10:  Ride a bike.  (Preferably a bike that small enough where you can reach the pedals, and don't ride it down a rocky hill going 100 miles an hour, and don't hit the breaks suddenly.  Other then that, you should be good.)