Here is a story
About a girl and a boy
How perfect they are

Eyes meet from a far
Flutterbies rise from within
A connection made

Time spent, slowly gone
Savouring every minute
Knowing it will end

Here comes loves first kiss
Watch it again and again
That taste never gets old

Here is a story
Of a sweet and sour drink
This love runs deep, shrub

Some days
I'm . . . okay.

Some days
I turn out the lights
and start crying.

pain, labored breathing
cold tears streaming down my face
The Battle begins

fire fills my eyes
rage, it fills my heart and soul
my brain says to stop

hands turn into fists
swinging at my legs, bruises
discoloration

my brain says to stop
do not treat yourself this way
attack at the source

"get up, punch the ground"
you can't hurt me anymore
when you cease to work

this is The Battle
a fight continues within
my brain is At War

A Full Moon, a New Moon, and her many faces in between

Among the multitude of beautiful twinkling lights in the sky, the Moon's can be the most striking

Impulsively, she may lunge towards the Earth, taking the form of a Super Moon, but she is really taking a closer look at her best friend and catching up on their time apart

. . . bulging brightly in the sky, some may think that she is intimidating or curious . . .

During the harvest, she may blush a brilliant red, flirting bashfully with the Sun or fill with rage and anger as she sees the wrongdoing of its many onlookers

The face of the Moon has been studied, poked and prodded, while the dark side of the moon holds her mysteries and secrets tightly, only sharing them with a select few

Sometimes the Moon's confidence gets the best of her and she may venture into the light of day, challenging the sun for the daily spotlight

Hot-headed, filled with passion, friend and foe

It can be hard to keep a level head when you are spiraling through the universe

. . . but most of the time she simply waxes and wanes. . .

The useless skin around the v*gina, the woman.
Quiet, meek, sensitive, a pushover,
the woman.
A female dog!
The woman.
Patronized and ignored,
the woman.

You question my devotion?
I am the person you have hurt the most--other than yourself of course
You have hurt me--physically and mentally
As a kid, I did not understand why I protected you
As an adult, I see that it is because I loved you
Person among person have tried to turn me against you
Even you
But I never caved, I am not caving, and I never will
so goes the cycle

Because Of Alcohol. . .
. . . I lost my mother
. . . I lost my father
. . . I lost my childhood
. . . I was abused
. . . I was *****

I do drink when I am home and around comfortable friends I trust
I don't drink . . . Because Of Alcohol

Because Of Alcohol
. . . I have anger issues
. . . I have trust issues
. . . I have relationship issues
. . . I see *** as a power play, not an act of love

I miss you
You are my favorite person . . . when you are sober
I know you will do anything and everything you can to protect me . . . when you are sober

You are an adult so you can make your own choice
When I was 11 I learned you will always choose alcohol over me
Something my baby brother wouldn't learn until he turned 18

I wish you would stop
I lay awake at night wondering if today you will wake up in the hospital
or if you will wake up at all
I wish you would stop

You are still so young
you can not do it by yourself
I wish you would stop
Stop the lies of, "well I'm drinking less"
"well I'm trying"
If you were trying you would be at AA right now
but you are not
you will never get your drinking "under control"
you need to stop
. . . for your daughter
. . . for your son
. . . for your future grandchildren
but first and foremost for yourself

Because You Are Worth It