She slithers into
A silk dress of midnight blue
Adorned with diamonds

You held me in your arms,
no matter how I felt.
You kept me safe from harm,
I am under your spell.

With you I always have fun,
nobody knows me better.
I owe you all I learn,
I have a debt forever.

I am your honey bun,
for the eternity.
I shine like a bright sun,
when you are next to me.

You make me feel worthy,
even when life is tough.
So you don't have to worry,
you are more than enough.

I don't think I'll let someone in my heart again
It hurts so bad, so easily, is it worth it ?
I know my chest can't once more handle this pain
And I still can't find out any benefits

I won't be broken by anyone for any reason
I'll be my only confidant my own master
And this time, like a phoenix, I'll be risen
Cause no one will have enough power to see me suffer

as I Drive into the rain I ponder you... You lied to her everyday... You still do... How can I believe you? She lives with you and doesn't know your secrets... How can I believe that I do? So much that you say is a lie. we are a lie... We live a lie  everyday....we are so twisted up I don't even know what to say...

E.J.M.

Sunlight filters in....
I'm awash in a glow...
Writing on sense memory...
Writing of things long ago...
Memories burned in... hard to make them fade...
What once was... isn't anymore. ..
Memories are what remain...
Be careful who you make memories with...
They linger long after the actual events....

E.J.M.

I was born with a baseball bat
in hand. I had walk-mans and dreams.
I had "Let's go to college"
I had "Shoot for the moon."
If I could travel back,
and tell that kid what to do.
I'd say
"You wouldn't believe
the revolution coming for you. "
"Run. Get away. You'll never be free."
"There's nowhere to hide from these blinking lights
and these screens."
"Cherish your days of Summer in the grass.
Cherish those boring Monopoly nights."
"Technology is everywhere
And the Kid's Aren't Alright."

COME ON.
LET THE WRITERS BREAK THEIR WRISTS AND BLEED THEIR FINGERS DRY OVER SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T GIVE A **** ABOUT THEM

Writing, the mouth that speaks the words for you.
Writing, the bridge over the gap to get words across.
Writing, the boat to sail over the sea of silence.
Writing, the opportunity to let your heart do the talking.
Writing, the only thing to which you can truly say "Actions speak louder than words."