What happened to the days
I found poetry in a thread on a dress?
What happened to the days
I found poetry in a strand on a head?

The days I had the most extravagant words
To use as my armour and weapons?
The days I had a beautiful, flowing rhyme
To use as the glamour and .......?

Have I lost my train of thought?
Or have I stopped looking for it?
Have I finally succumbed to the cost
Which states to find poetry in every twist?

Every twist of every braid,
Every list of every maid.
Every hill growing up,
Every second of broken trust.

I must go on a conquest to retrieve my possession
Of thirst for finding poetry in even the slightest dust on a table top.
To live my life again, I have made this decision;
And for you to adhere to it is my humble requisition.

Are you the right key to the hole in the stitch of my sock monkey heart?

Christmas is now over
And the remnants now fade away

The day of life for love
Is now an economic way

Just as thanksgiving, as we give thanks
And our love for Christmas

Is for only one day

But in my heart, this makes me sad
Because everday, should be about

Love and Thanks

Separated by two lives
Two different realities
The material world
And the world of inner peace

I have felt that moment of clarity
Where all is right in the world,
I have felt the pain of desire
The pain of one million heart breaks.

I want to be with my family
But this life is killing me,
I don't want to wake up
To this dismal reality.

I want to live a solitary life
One of much self love
With a calm and simple mind
To get me through the day.

I find it hard to be
The true and lovely me
Especially when I'm told
Who and how to be

I am torn between the paths,
These hard paths of love
One walk is very steep
And always filled with mud

The other is more uncertain,
Is it a path at all?
My fate is undecided
My destiny will soon call,

Maybe I will leave
Maybe I will stay,
I will take this journey slow
For my path ends bitterly every way.

T.B. Wayne

When I cry, I will wonder why
When I hurt, it feels like the first

When in pain, I feel nothing but shame
When I lie, I want to sometimes die

But when I smile, I feel so loved
And the tears I cry or tears of joy

Now when there's pain you feel inside
I will be with you right by your side

Now if you hurt, I will hurt with you
Just until the hurt is fulfilled for two

Now the part of lies, should never be
Be honest and open as we can
Only try to be

I'm the kind of person
Who will smile and laugh
Along with the mean comments
The derogatory names
The back-handed jokes
The quick insulting remarks

they don't hurt
theyre funny
theyre harmless
I tell myself

And then go home
Curl up
And cry for hours in agony

I may have
lost my dignity
begging you to stay

but you lost me.

Wake up in the morning 
Ready, I get. 
Beautiful I look.
Set, I go. 
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...

I look at him with eyes that are scared to blink. 
Kiss on the cheek, he gives. 
Fake smile he throws.
Floating words he utters. 
Fucken lies he tells. 
Thinking to myself is it a business deal or love...

Plumpy I look, 
Lovely I speak. 
But scared is my heart 
And lost am I. 
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...

Rich, is he.
Poor am I. 
Painted he looks,
Crooked is his smile. 
Money he throws,
Money I catch. 
Diamonds he gives,
Crystal I wear.
Dull is the mood 
And Gloomy are we. 
Closed is his heart, 
Beating fast is mine. 
Thinking to myself is it a business deal or love...

In his house we arrive 
The main door closes. 
Romes around the house
Curtains he rolls down
Dim are the lights. 
In his room we go
Carefully he lays me down
Slowly he kisses me 
Gently he touches me...
Softly he taps my *****
Turned on is he
Rough he throws me 
Hard he ***** me.
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...

Satisfied is he !!
Horrible I feel!!
Shallow I look!!
Shaking are my legs and cold are my thighs. 
Disgusted I look!!
Sick I feel!! 
Ashamed am I. 
Glowing is he, 
Truly he smiles. 
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS!!!
Cold is my heart,
Lovely he speaks. 
Shut is my mouth. 
Warm is the mood. 
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS!!!
Thinking to myself was it a business deal or love...

Resentful am I towards a man,
Afraid is my heart to love, 
Dubious am I to trust. 
Depressed am I behind closed doors, 
Ugly is my reflection in the mirror.
Death is what I want to achieve, 
Suicide I attempt
Knowing it was a business deal
Fake love he perceived.
Torn apart am I,
Broken is my heart...
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS...