Good and Evil lived together
Living side by side

Evil didn't have a heart and killed Good in the night.

He tried to eat Good's heart but Evil spit the bite.

And since Good's heart was sacrificed, He fled outside her sight.

Where fire and brimstone thrash forever outside of Good's heart light.

Had Evil seen the light of day He would have found her heart

Good gave it as a present but Evil tore it apart.

He believed a lie and now will die without Good's heart to give...

all the love and light and kindness that would have made Him live.

There once was a Cowboy  Prince who cupped a Butterfly in his hands. He  promised to protect her and begged her to love him in his royal and pure romance.

She kissed him the way he taught her  ... and he tied her wings to his back.

Behind her, though, innocents were attacked. Their muffled cries were silenced until the day he laughed.

She gasped,  she cried,  she begged for their lives and crumbled in his grasp.

So the King of the land saved her.

He told her His plan.

She cut her wings without fear or worry of man.

So her sword slayed her.

She was free.

The patrons stared. Her children were scared. The Prince was simply appalled.  He was way too busy to see she was gone and partied all night long.

But up in the sky, she floated high, to the heavens  and stars up above...

While below and behold the Cowboy swayed without wings to bear his fall.

Butterfly Princess stands with the King, the One who helps her fly... along with His angels and broken  girls who the Cowboy Prince denied...

of truth and  love and honor and protection from his evil hand.

Am I dead?

Dancing in the moonlight, I sang a soothing song. You laughed.

I live.

Clouds come in on puffy fluffs. You float away.

Until the morning tide.

Waters suffocate me. Your hand on my mouth, pressing down so my parents can't hear. Lights dance inside my eyes as I press my legs together.

It's  too late. You impress me. Your seed has penetrated my womb and the child is born.

There's blood on my white pillow case. Shards of brick in my hair. A brick, broken in half on the floor.

My head is pounding, aching, throbbing.

My heart. Oh, my heart! It is dying.

Just like that
Its over
You called me names like you've done before.
"You're sorry to the bone,"
is what you said to me
and now?
You're dead.
Just like that

Florida winter sun seeps through my eyes and
awakens me.
I turn my head towards the window.
I see smokey clouds blanket the sky in a rosy, cozy way.
Husky blues swirl the morning haze as the minutes fly by
stirring the morning day.
I hear herons, blue birds and owls coo through palms standing high
now under all blue sky.

Let's pretend we really care about each other
Let's pretend.
Manage the sheer veneer enough to fool me
So I can hope you love me.

I realize now no one cares what I care about.
The closest people to me become infuriated if I don't give them what they want.

The ones I love have moved on without me, except for peripheral vision. They have their own lives.

Joanne and Christel, my sisters, no longer long for me....yet the younger tries.

My children love long distance; they're in the deep end of their lives.

Thank you God that you love me.  Or I would **** myself.

I am useful as a product. Not as a person.

I am my best friend.