If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead

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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hanging by a Thread

I’m hanging by a thread giggling some like a crazy person cause I picture it all in my head, and think "Damn I couldn't even manage to hang myself with this one little piece of thread. Perhaps instead I shoulda stayed unwed, hung a sign overhead, ‘Strangers only in this bed. Should I talk in my... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Le Strade Fine

Glad I was there when you needed me, knew I was doin what I should be thought though eventually you’d open your eyes to see the road seems to always lead back to you and me. But you’ve got unfinished business can’t move past those agendas where she sits in every window wearing a smile and a halo and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Once or Never

I came home last night sat on my couch and let my mind wander, wherever it needed to go. I told myself things I would never tell anyone because those secrets are sacred, raw, and... well, it's all that is mine. There are many things I have given over the years: My smile, I gave freely; my advice,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A Mother’s Choosing

In God’s garden I walked along guarded, cautious and unsure, until I saw the flower that defined my hour of struggle, pain and birth. “This one,” I said “lives in my head, I choose him for my garden.” So God gave me you, said you would blossom with His dew, and thrive if always planted in His path. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Wild One

I often wonder if you’ll look for me when fame grows cold and time timidly tiptoes across your lonely road, when your aged with bitter regret of lost love, wasted time and memories that haunt every step that took you away from me. I often wonder if one sleepless December night, when your dreams... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Paper Heart

I put my pulse on paper, my heart in ink, hoping one day you would read me and hear my voice. I begged for existence in a world that pushed me away, and pleaded with one who hadn’t the time nor patience. I wrote as if it mattered, believing one day you would notice me between the lines and save me... Sign in to see full entry.

Words come like echoes in the night, filling my senses with promises of peace and light. Words guide my hand through emotions I cannot comprehend and to places I have never been. Words come like silence in the morning and take my thoughts beyond the dawning of awakened hope, fresh with new... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Always

You are my family, always a part of the we that made the three better pieces of me. So go be free from you and me, but here you’ll always be a treasured memory. Beautiful is she, young and new maybe but know undoubtedly and unequivocally, It is I who’ll always be the part of you and me that built... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Blues

Go away blues, I’ve paid my dues, stay if you choose, but you will lose, cause I refuse to be your news. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 2, 2009

These days

These Days I linger mostly somewhere between what I want, what I don’t want, and not knowing what I want. Confused by my tears, I am left exhausted and internally withdrawn from the pain I cannot seem to grab hold of, challenge and conquer. I swallow the rising storm, hoping no one sees the panic in... Sign in to see full entry.

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