I keep forgetting that you get notifications when I like or re-post one of your poems.

If it looks like I'm stalking you, I apologize, for I am merely stalking you.

~ Lisa

According to aaamath.com:

An equation is a mathematical statement that has two expressions separated by an equal sign.

The expression on the left side of the equal sign has the same value as the expression on the right side.

One or both of the expressions may contain variables.

Solving an equation means manipulating the expressions and finding the value of the variables.

Therefore I have determined:

*The greatest distance between two people is indifference towards one another.

Where is my Campbell Soup Can? My Candy Darling, Edie Sedgewick, my "Factory"?

I was promised 15 minutes, it said so on the box, on the manual of life, now where is it?

Did I pass it? Dismiss it? Was it at the bottom of the ******* Jack box I so carelessly tossed aside?

I think not. I think it does not exist, and therefore I think Andy failed me.

Andy lied.

As I laid in his arms after the passion,
I placed my head on his chest,
the silence was deafening,
for his heart did not beat for me....

He is drowning,

          drowning down a well I cannot reach.

He is drowning,

           I call to him, "Come back, come back my love!".

He is drowning,

          does he not hear my cries, my despair?

He is drowning,

         I see the darkness engulf him, carry him away.

He is drowning,

         he is cloaked in the comfort of emptiness.

He is drowning,

        I cannot save him for he is one with the dark now.

He is drowning,

        I succumb to the darkness with him....

Hello, my name is Lisa.

I do not care if you were gay, are gay, or considering becoming gay.

I do not care if you eat only vegetables, nothing with animal product, or a cow every night for dinner.

I do not care if you have no children, one child, adopted children, or eighteen children. (Kidnapped children is a grey area)

I do not care if you are conservative, liberal or lunatic.

I do not care if you are a lawyer, a teacher, a preacher, a maid, a waitress, or ditch digger.

I do not care if you dislike animals, have a zoo, or only one cat.

I do not care which God (s) you choose as your own - if any, or none.

I do care and hope that you are kind and loving to those you love.

I do care that you use your food wisely and do not waste. Thinking of others without.

I do care that you treat your children with love and not with violence or neglect.

I do care if you are completely apathetic to politics, as doing nothing, or standing for nothing, creates nothing.

I do care that you go and you do your best at whatever your work may be and feel proud that you've done your best in your day.

I do care if you harm an animal. If you hunt to feed your family be proud - if you hunt for sport you shame me.

I do care and think the greatest religion is being loving, kind and compassionate to our fellow man.

Hello, my name is Lisa.

I shall have a long, luxurious bath.

I will fill my tub with self-pity.
I shall scrub my back with regret.
I will wash my hands with ignorance.
I shall clean my hair with lost love.
I will wallow in my very own despair.

I shall have a long, luxurious bath...

Ah, poor dear woman.

You know not what you reap.

Is your pocket book not empty?

Can you not see the drain?

He's absorbing your lifestyle.

An osmosis of sorts.

Is it not peculiar that he brings nothing?

No friends, money, stability, no home.

What do you give? All of the above.

The "society" he craves to be a part of.

He will **** you dry sweet lady.

You will be left a shell.

*Consider this your warning label

You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.

I would be kind in calling you a narcissistic sociopath.

You suckle on the financial **** of "your" woman.

In an effort of acceptance their world becomes yours.

...and when you are done, you leave them empty.

Empty and in the cold darkness, much like your soul.

You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.

"You read,

like a book.",

he said.

"But wherever

shall I start?"

"In the middle",

I said.

"All good books

should be read in

the middle first."

"Where is the middle?",

he asked.

"Now.",

"Our story starts now."

The "hurrah" has ended,

I am, it would seem, destined to be inevitably invisible.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?**

    Fairest of them all you ask? Your question seems unfair.  
    Am I to pick the brilliant mind, or she with pretty hair?
  
    One who stands and fights for all the things she finds unjust?
    Or for the one that gets a second look, the one that all do lust?

    She who amuses you greatly, that girl with the sharpest wit?
    Or the one with the "perfect" body, that a size two would fit?

   She who will stand and take a bullet in her religion's name?
   Or her with no talent, and yet still strives for constant fame?

   Fairest of them all you ask, this is the wrong question indeed!
   You need to look inside yourself to find the answer that you need...

A howling wind blows,
                                          the voices speak loudly.

I cower in absolute fear
                                          under the bed covers.

For with each gust
                                          I hear my past regrets.

There is the wonder if dreaming is indeed a form of escape or moreover the most detrimental and destructive process to ones being?

To deny one of this very feeling,
is deemed by me as unappealing.

Truly the exasperation of it all,
ones euphoria seemingly to never fall.

But oh so rapidly it can be confiscated,
thus the peril of being elated.

I have chosen the path which has led me here,
a path full of pain, sorrow, happiness and fear.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I have, I admit, chose the wrong path to wander,
thoughts of what the other path held conjures.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I can feel the destruction of my very self continuing,
with each new path I choose for my endeavoring.

I cannot complain of my present situation,
for it was I who chose my destination.

I fear the next road I may venture on my travels,
the angst of it all with each hour unravels.

But I will not complain of my situation,
for it is I that leads myself to each new destination....

Sometimes I sleep

                                just to escape

being.

All things bad happen with good motivation,
to lose only to gain in life's destination.

Continue to survive life's emotional falls with endurance,
and you will be compensated for your constant perseverance.

To allow each of life's strife's to leave you feeling dejected,
will create fury, outrage, anger and lead you to be rejected.

Listen my words as they guide to life's great continuation,
.....all things bad happen with good motivation.

I would ask you to leave but I have better etiquette,
frankly, at this point I'm just shy of throwing a fit!

I do not say it, as it would be terribly rude.
I don't want to sound spiteful and/or crude.

But please, please, I beg and I do implore,
I want you to go, please, just use the door.

Your company is not as you think, that musing,
and I'm finding this all far too confusing.

So just go, UGH, I wish you could read my mind,
you really, really aren't that great of a find.

Your "Je ne sais quoi", isn't and you are Neanderthal,
perhaps you are good looking but that's about all!

You tell of how wonderful you think that you are,
about your great friends, home and car.

Then go, go to them is what I say!
Quit wasting time in my precious day!

Please, I beg and I do implore,
please, just go, just use the door