On any note, I'm requiring myself to find more time to write and do some personal upkeep, so (like so many times promised before) I'll be floating around again.


Bedtime StoriesTell me, Again, That story you used to tell when I was young, The one where everyone was happy, Loved, Content.Bedtime Stories
Better yet, Don't, Because sometimes reality is growing old, And getting used to being unhappy, Unloved, Discontent.
Once more, Please, But change the rules a little bit, Make people blissful but pained, Loved but torn, Content but unsettled.


Are You Looking For Me?Its time for my disappearing act Because its clear you don't want to see me, Its fine, I'm not really here, At least, I won't be anymore.Are You Looking For Me?
This record has played under it's last needle, There will be no slow, sad song tonight, I'm not really listening, At least, I won't be anymore.
I've picked you up too many times now, I've watched as you've learned how to fly, It's sink or swim, baby, I can't always be around to catch you when you fall.
You can search high and low, In the seats of those cheap cars, Or those late-night restaura


Blood Red SunsetThe blood red sunset Is exactly how I feel inside. Can't you see this is all I have left? Empty bottles, broken hearts, and tired songs are my last friends.Blood Red Sunset
I've walked this landfill everyday of my life, Sifting boxes, cans, and table scraps For things I've let missing, The treasures I've lost along the way.
It's these useless hands, Or maybe this useless brain, Both are never quite settled, Like a vagrant without his fix.
Dig in your feet, The dusty floor offers little traction For ideas of half action, And actions with no satisfact


AnathemaEvery morning I'm withdrawing, Shivering, shaking, clawing At the morning light.Anathema
My stomach turns, It has for weeks now, But I'm no drunk, And I've done no drugs.
Its nicotine-- Your voice.
I'm swaying on my feet, I can feel each heartbeat In my head as it throbs With each waking blink.
Its nicotine-- Your touch.
Every sun-up I'm wanting no more, I've been contemplating continuing my addiction On the grounds that it will make everything okay, But each sundown I'm laying alone, Wishing I had just


Unmasked.I am not who you thought I was. She's vanished, gone under the slender black lines of ink, That snake over porcelain skin, Like threads of spider-spun silk.Unmasked.
I was never who you thought I was. It was all an elaborate game, Just me playing dress-up in another girl's skin. And your horror when I shed it.
I will never be who you thought I was. My heartstrings have always tugged me in different directions, You've always been too naive to understand. You cannot accompany me.
I can not be who you thought I was. The things you want from me I cannot give


Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o
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Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see
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Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see
Thanks again!
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There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
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"To hold a pen is to be at war" - Voltaire
"Love with care, then what you will, do." - St. Augustine
Division Bell - You will not unring me.
Je suis Martin Guerre!
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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"It's hard to find your way through the darkness, and its hard to know what to believe, but if you live by your heart and value the love you find, you'll have all you need."
-Hot Water Music
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