Sometimes I Sometimes I stand On the outside Looking in to the life I want At the person I want to be Sometimes I bleed On the inside From the things that I say to myself From the thoughts that I think From the pain I inflict On myself. Sometimes I want to get out… Continue reading more emo-ness
let it go. give it time time to heal time to die let it go. see my eyes see your own see beneath hear the pain listen. sweet, so sweet so bitter hear the pain. listen. let it go. Sorry. Mind vomit. Mush out.
So, I thought that maybe I would do some sort of clever play on the topic and amaze everyone with my brilliance, but, alas that was not to be. Instead, I found this in my poetry archives and thought that it was somehow appropriate. So, enjoy. Hopefully. 5/19/05 Unwind the box Lift the lid (It's a… Continue reading lfb: hidden treasures
It's been a long time since I wrote any poetry. However, when I finally caught up on my blogs, the ABC Poetry Slam was long over, and I was too late. However, I still came up with something, and it has been kicking around on my hard drive ever since: A breathless curse, (Damn emotional… Continue reading abc’s
Barbcue's blog made me hungry. DJ Myke's comment on the Cheesy Poof blog made me reminisce about all the food I am trying to limit from my diet (not eliminate, because, well, that's just inhumane), and so I composed this lovely ode to my favorite foods. And also: to those of you unfamiliar with Rocketman, High… Continue reading ode to cheesy poofs
I drove past my own driveway tonight. I was three frickin' houses down before I figured it out. I suck. In other news, however, I have been unjustly accused of losing my edge as of late. As in, I am in danger of losing my reputation as the queen of the dirty, mouthy, hookers. This… Continue reading okay already
Only Me I love daffodils and sunshine And walking in the rain Roses make me weak And I get drunk on champagne I love the feel of skin on skin And the whisper of my name I love nakedness and laughter And bodies lined in candle flames I wear long skirts with sandals I let… Continue reading only me
Unclothed Feeling naked Like one of those awful Dreams Where your clothes Are somehow Missing Nothing to hide Nothing to hide behind Where do you go? Where do I go? When we go away When we breathe How do we not Breathe for each other Bleed for each other Weep for each other Because we… Continue reading unclothed