Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.I had nothing to cry about;this is where I am guilty.Flowers are growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand your daisies are the north,my petals are no less than shooting stars,for have you not said a flower is a flower?Tell me then, why must I perish?I try my best at glamour,yet I am still nothing to youcompared to roses.Tell your gardener to go;we are not friends, he and I.His hands are the devil,and his jars hold the devil's heart.As summer grows old,he rains the devil's tears among us.Although you may say a flower is a flower,what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love, This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave? I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars. That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war. The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight. Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul? That is what I am and will be - lost battles. There is too much madness that I cannot understand.Bury my memories as well.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat once held the key to my heart,scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.Boston holds such better promises,comprises such better welcomes.I will not find tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike you say you love me.I want to please you,as I am a people pleaser.How could I possibly say no?You're here in front of me,hurting with your life.I don't know who I am -God knows who I am.If only he could reign His truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat I truly want.(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.But you still don't move..The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?You don't want to go, do you?Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.The scars that those pretty little roses caused,as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.The boundless embers dance on,pulling you in with them.Will you dance, or will you fall?Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...So answer this, will you dance?Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,hides underneath it the roots to all value,to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,as they blemish your face with their candy blood.But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his owndisappear beneath his smile,replaced by sense of unknown hope.Giving up is an option,a door always open,but he glances through,and quickly moves on.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset out kill.He will not defeat,nor be defeated.Rocks may be thrown,sticks and stones,but come morning,he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.I always trip and I always fall,But worse than that, worst of all,When I was born, I hit my head."He won't grow at all," the doctors said.So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.No one else helps; all they do is stare."Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.So one day when I was all alone,I decided to go out, all on my own.I slowly crept from our large herdWithout even a single goodbye as a word.I ran away from that mean, old town.The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"The oddities of this animal amused me, though.One of them amused me most, of all her woes.This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
InsomniaGrey dawn through the window slithering Brain recycling, maundering, blitheringCraving oblivion, stubbornly dithering Clock-face blurs... hope now withering.
Care PackageTo wish you happy birthday, friendI stuffed an envelope to sendWith in-jokes, hugs, a kiss or two,The things that I adore in you.The songs we share and sing aloud,The compliments that made me proud,The times you’ve made me laugh and cry,The way the hours with you sail by,The conversations late at night,The wonders that we jointly writeIn escalating inspirationAnd joy in our collaboration… Adventures that we daydream of,Understanding, trust, and love.Alas, but I was doomed to fail — It simply got too large to mail!
Sweet RevengeSLURP!!Layla grimaced when she heard the sound of the large dog lapping up water from its water bowl in the kitchen. She still wasn’t sure why in the whole world Rage would have stolen the ugly mutt at all, let alone brings it to the base they were forced to be living in now. They already had 2 of them if she counted Zolo as a pet along with Chain, the Tentacle beast. Not only was Ruby Red, as Rage called her, big, she had a nasty habit of drooling great big globs of spittle.Shivering at the thought of that, Layla focused back on her work out. Though the base hasn’t been used for some time, it still had most of the furniture, as well as, workout equipment that was still useable. She was using a box to do leg lifts, when the door to the gym opened up and Rage walked in and looked over at her.“Hey Layla, how’s the workout going?” He said as her pulled up a chair beside her. Layla made a face as he did, but ignored him and continued to use the box and lift
DreamerA myriad of opulence may be redeemedbehind the enraptured gaze of one that dreams..
Drunk Poem No. 1 Stupid Little GrasshopperStupid little grasshopperJumpin’ through the grassYou better get out the wayOr Imma step on yo assStupid little grasshopperYou think you so flyBut I’d be damned if I let you jump that highStupid little grasshopperYou ain’t coolYou better slow down you jumpin’ fool
Old Mule and the MermaidOnce upon a time, there lived an old Muledown by the dA sea in a bamboo shackon the beach under the coconut trees.He and his old Cats were enjoyingtheir golden years wild and freeas their old bones would let them.Eating and sleeping away their daysin sweet lethargy.Come sunset old Mule would go out on his dockand fish for comments and rhymes for his Cats.Watching the changeable moon and circling starshe would listen to the wind and the waves.Some nights were all too quiet with no bites at all,the shy nibblers stealthily stealing his bait,he would just sit and dream.Other nights the comments were jumpingright on to the dock. There would be bucketsfull of rhymes for his old Cats!And on special nights by the light of the moonmermaids would swim by and sing him songsabout treasures in the depths of the dA sea.Flirtatious creatures they were,trying to lure him in and steal away his catch.But old Mule was wiser than that,his ancestor once knew the Queen of Faeries!He
Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.