http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/635129Hunchback of Notoriety and Infamy come to town and destroy everything within reach. You owe nobody anything so you taunt and toy, tearing down friends and family, blunt force trauma to the heart of loyalties, one day you will just up and leave, for you owe nobody anything, and to this town you...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/635025Been a doormat, a stepping stone, all alone, a way back home. Thinking it’s time to leave it behind find new ways to define this story of mine no room for you, no more time no free rides on this heart of mine. Gonna taste a little wine, listen to a new song, can’t go wrong when it’s me stringing...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/631094Run like hell fellow and never tell her where you’re goin and why. Damn you, you’d give your dog more attention if he needed to die. Shoot him or something, anything to put him out of his misery. But you don’t have the decency to look her in the eye and simply say goodbye.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/627641Down that country road, I let you know my heart was yours but asked you not to take it if there was a chance you would break it, gave you time to think on it, took you only a minute to say you were all in it, seems you got caught up in a moment didn't pay any mind to how deep I was in it, now I...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/627304Detached You’ve given me plenty of time to think, too much time to drink alone with my thoughts, dreams fade reality sinks deeper into my gut. Should have known you would do what you do to those who dare love you. So I drink another, toast my missing lover vow I will never again offer that rare...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/627126Silly little girl in a white dress, making promises she intends to keep, but at what expense? Innocent blessings with strings attached dance on her heart, eyes perfectly matched to the one she'd like to forget. Eighteen years, she closes her eyes, waits in the night for a touch she doesn’t...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/626827I go places most go when they get high, don’t understand, don’t know why, get lost a lot in conversations, find myself in observations, look for rare moments I’m understood, asking often, “Would I, if I could?” Knowing the answer, I shrug and sigh. Guess there’s no reason why I’m alone mostly in...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/626603Wonder if that tramp would like my trampoline. It’s used, been through a storm or two, bent all to hell, I don’t have much use for it, just takes up room. Think that tramp would like my trampoline? Not much else of mine she hasn’t wanted as far I have seen.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/626579Nobody remembers people they see every day, nobody yearns for the ones who stay. So here we are on the brink of forever, tempted by never, taunted by what ifs and whatever. Fleeting moments, passing fancies, I’d rather be the thought that blows your mind on sleepless nights than the body within...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/EmilyDickinson/626465Did I move too fast in the direction you led me? Read too much in the signs you showed me? Right now you’re driving down that simple highway comforted in knowing where to find my driveway. Radio playing fan blowing Mexico calling miles rolling he’s unaffected she’s falling. Did I misunderstand...