Here it is--
One more, one less
Another wasted love story
Break up
Break down
Drink up
Fool around
Meet one guy then another
Fuck around to forget the one and only.

Dusty reminders of the way my life used to be
Photos in boxes no one will ever see
Stuffed animals and toys packed up from childhood
Things I said I'd do, but now know I never would
It's time to shake the dust from my past life
Reach for more, put down the knife
Used to slice together the reasons
Of my mask for all seasons
Shatter the outward image shown ( Read more... )

 
ink thoughts flow across the parchment of my consciousness--
feel the nib of the pen scratch and catch at the imperfections....
knock over the ink well and blur the writing--
too many ideas for one page--
must blot up the excess and try to salvage the rest....

 
I walk hand in hand with the ghost of Regret- my only companion these days. To give up the ghost would mean total loneliness. But I’m not ready to go it alone quite yet.

So I let him take me on counterfeit dates, fancy dinners out where I glut myself on lines and lies and false sentiments. I am made to dance on eggshells and sing his praises for ( Read more... )

Thought is a seed, an embryo born,
Fantasy living, Reality torn.
You've created a bird, you've created a dream.
You hear it sing, can you hear it scream?
The bird grows wings, a choice to make...
For the bird to fly, the prison must break.
Two paths are clear, but which is worse?
To lose your mind... or kill the bird.