I’m looking for myself today because I’m all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He’s rejected me again, I’m pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers start to flare*The sound of anger in his voice and his callous stare just breaks my heart and brings me tears*I’m looking for myself today because he decided not to love me and is no longer here.
Radical illary lies
Poking the Publics’ eye
Downfall and distraction, rhythm and blues
Burning my throat, making me hot
Touch me and tease me, can this be right?
Starry eyed and climax in the night
I’m breathless, from running in the meadow deep∼while trying to distinguish the weeds from the trees
I’m panting, mouth open and pleading for more ∼so restless, still moving my tongue back and forth
I’m wanting, from wandering around in the snow∼licking my lips and savoring the cold
I’m falling, from slipping on rocks in the brook∼rubbing my thy up and down where it hurts
I’m confusing sleep with being awake∼fading in and out of dreams as the blood starts to seep.
I watched you kill me a thousand times in life∼before you actually made me die
and now I write to you from the other side∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.
Haunted by your frightening memory and the stormy passion we displayed
I’m now lost amidst the abyss of darkness that surrounds me day after day.
The black sky rains silver streaks of lightning and waves of regret
I look down at vivid colors∼the brilliant display is heaven unabated.
So you finally did it, succeeded in your scheme, but now, my thoughts of you have faded
from somewhere in-between I write to you, my killer∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.
I’m drifting in and out of sleep
confusing dreams with reality∼
The fog in my brain constantly remains
and there’s not a pill to end this pain.
Under the surface of the water she lifts her weary eyelids up and peers
at the sunlit streaming rays pouring through the waves into her soul.
She looks down at her bruised and beaten body-though quite useless at this point
As it lays on the ocean floor beneath.
Shewing the biting fish away she wonders why her spirit hasn’t departed
one way or the other…
Why this hesitation? Why did they leave her behind in the sea?
There are questions to ponder-but somewhere in the wonder
of being caught, in-between, is a revelation of life itself.
She turns and floats deeper into the murky water…
Death came calling but she did not answer.