She had her head in the clouds
I had my feet planted on the ground
Could there be a more perfect match??

Dread.
It's usually the same.
Panic and anxious breath and
dread.
     dread.
          dread.
One day, I always say, we will want something better
Something healthier
Absent of accusation and blame and misperception
Something that lifts us up beyond this hurt
Allowing us to remember why I risked everything
Why we thought it was worth what it's worth
And why we hurt people - for years
Just to be together
Fate decided to twist our guts into knots instead of granting us peace and togetherness at last
Replaced by isolation and burning tears
And now Tuesdays are those confrontations with fate
Do we spend the rest of the time we have building walls, favoring hope, or taunting hate?

She was such a kind and gentle soul
Until lies got in the way and fakeness grew old
Now she sits and ponders a meaning for everything
Waiting for everyone's ill intent
Waiting for the sound of people coming in and walking out simultaneously
Oh, the joys of being kind

When I'm feeling low, I just want to get high.

I am slowly liking him.
A friend whom I just met.
I was caught off guard.

His aura is so different.
He's funny and cute.
He hates how loud is my voice
Then he covers my mouth.

He's athletic.
I was impressed with his background.
He looks so strong.
But weak inside.

I wanna take care of him.
I wanna fall in love with him.
But I can't.
I must refrain.

I might fall for him
And that would be so painful.
Too much risk.
Too much pain, I can't handle.

today
is all I have

yesterday
is worlds away

tomorrow
never comes

Monsters make us better
Children give us wrinkles
And smiles as well.
Monsters make us monsters to,
Monsters make us human
The best of me and you.
Monsters of women
And men
I cannot
Pretend,
Now I'm not a monster
Because my daughter said I'm a ballerina like her
And ballerinas can jump high.
So maby
I will jump over
The past
Present
And future.
And jump over all the
M
O
N
S
T
E
R
S.
To make me the better human being I need to be.
For me
And for my little
B
     A
      L
L
E
R
     I
  N
A.

I dreamt of you lastnight
In the arms of a stranger
Too late to save you
It broke my heart
I've no idea
The pain your parents felt
The desperation that drove them
To put you in danger
Worse then where they came
This is crazy
Please God
All the Gods
Doesn't matter which
Take this child
And ease their pain
Forever