The Real Osiris

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

how writing is my therapist and the pen my friend

I'm a writer I'm in love again with the sound of my pen, and thought of a blank page. Therapy back in session, my psychiatrist are letters to god asking for forgiveness of my sins. The journey of fool, trying to reach a light that seems so far away. Screams of love giving me direction, down roads... Sign in to see full entry.

how vanity blinds reality and as my mother passed I only thought of me....

Six months A chance to say goodbye passes, as I look in the mirror and admire me. Signs that the end is near, concealed by who you think I'll always be. a kiss on the cheek, one last dinner, anything to hear you speak. Six month seems plenty of time to say goodbye. I must have not been a good son,... Sign in to see full entry.

my love of vampires and the thought of forever young

The dark side of me Infatuated with shadows in the dark the thought of immortality appealing. Two bites a small price for revenge, a few drops of blood for pay back. fear almost equal to love, for ever young consumes me. Another chance to get it right, again and again. a black sheeps dream come... Sign in to see full entry.

how my daugter began to turn me into a man

Thank God for little girls My ideas of women changed with your smile... lesson taught by her, automatically erased. My old excuses no longer carried weight It was time to tuck in my shirt, and pull up my pants Her name passed to you, one more chance to get it right A father's wish to please his... Sign in to see full entry.

the effects of untreated depression and the cry's of a blacksheep

Comfortable in the dark chasing my idea of happy has left me missing the shade of the dark.My demonds arms tightly gripped on reality. The soft whisper of failure calling my name. The athem of a addict hoping for a better dayz, hiding behind change, walking down dark streets with destiny as your... Sign in to see full entry.

the road to redeption and the journey to change

trying to catch my soul holding on to my soul by my fingertips, my hands to small to save my pride. trying to believe wheel is enough for redemption. my demons say my name, and I keep turning around. The sound of comfort calling me down those same roads that lead nowhere. change seems to bring the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 4, 2008

the death of my mother and birth of my daugter

I think I,m raising my mom they say true love skips a generation. I've found mirror to the past in your smile. All my kisses filled, with the ones you missed. determined to become a man before you notice. Trying not to get wishes mixed with reality, Every time I look at you, I see her. The best pain... Sign in to see full entry.

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