Past
A girl with many secrets heads to school with her nose in a book.
The girl develops a reputation as dangerous and solitude.
The girl falls in love, only to be left with a gold ring of heartbreak.
The girl packs up her life and her son to leave for a new life.
The girl enrolls in college.

Present
The writer and future psychologist sits at her desk fumbling over the words in her novel.
The writer takes her son to school with a kiss as he goes.
The psychologist lights up a delightfully dangerous Camel Light after a family gathering.
The direct support professional leaves the house smelling of various creams, wet from the shower and a smile of satisfaction.
The woman looks upon the emerald on her finger and wishes for simple happiness

Future Hopes**
A full list of clients with a Doctorates Degree on the office wall.
A small article in the paper proclaiming a best seller.
A family picture on the wall with a smile on our faces.
Future Fears
The woman in deep depression with her families words pinning her down.
Staring through a glass wall at a boy with visitation hours.
Slowly forgetting the life she’s lead and where she lives.
Sitting in a wheelchair staring at an ankle mutilated with disease.

I love the way you look at me
With blind admiration
I love the way you kiss my lips
When you had no idea what I want
I love the way your face lights up
With a smile as blood drips down your neck
I love the way a needle makes you
Flinch when I drive it home
I love the way our perfection lies
On a bed of quicksand

I love the lakes of fire
That erupts in my stomach
With every sip
I love the faces that shift and change
With no warning
I love the way the classic white coat
Hugs my body tightly
I love your blindness most of all

I love that as I sit across the table
With such dangerous thoughts
You have no clue
I love my schizophrenia
I love that it’s not you

It has come to my attention that you have lied
About everything we hold dear
There is nothing more I could have tried
To avoid facing my fear
I walked in to our home
Unannounced, to find you sitting
With a ***** on your lap, her body so beautiful it was made of chrome
I knew at that moment you were quitting
It was like my life had come to end
Twenty years down the drain
And to you my journal all I could send
Was a diamond ring full of pain
But it was not what I gave him
A sharpened blade of rage
On the faintest of whim
Yet I realize as I put this on a page
That a whim was not what it took
Years of pain at the end of his fist
Had driven me to give him this look
Of blood pouring from a heart that I have so dearly missed
So though it is my very last day
I take no remorse to what you had to pay

Handcuffs
Look at the wall
Hear the Devil’s chains
Penitentiary

Rainbows
Lips so sensual
Her eyes so full of life
Forbidden love

Heroine**
Do not be me
Death by a needle
Your life ends

The angel with chocolate eyes looked to his brother with tears
The first time they had seen each other in thousands of years
He stood his ground, ready to fight
Knowing this would be their last night

Why big brother? He asked
Hoping this pain wouldn’t last
Why would you do this? Why would you leave?
There is more to this than you believe
The oldest angel holding back his tears
Looked away realizing his fears
Because little brother, everything father said was wrong
I fell because I didn’t belong

Youngest though he was, he knew what he had to do
He charged his brother when he didn’t have a clue
A battle of angels, brothers began
And to the end their tears ran

Shadows crashing down the walls
My concentration growing thin
Your words echoing through my mind
As I sketch them down the line
Through the pen my sadness writes
Of a diamond ring and a broken bond
And with this final letter
I’m left to say good bye
For the end is here
And I’m tired of your lies

At dusk, when the sky is filled with wisps of crimson and yellow
Your eyes glow with golden brilliance
I find it hard to believe my heart once sang words of mellow
With all your pain, you amaze me with your resilience
The warmth of day draining to night
Reminds me of our short time
And each memory pierces me with fright
That I would never be able to hold you, or read you my rhyme
The way you clutch my arm
As we charge through the darkness of war
Keeps us both from harm
With your strength and beauty to guide us, like a boat and oar
We will win this battle for the world
Just as our love has unfurled