Promises are made to be broken and
Your words are as hollow as this home
Empty gestures I no longer believe in
And a sense of dread whenever you call
Friendship is a two way street
But I had to put all the time in
Next time you call I won't answer the phone
Find a new fool to confide in

Shall it be
Honey Vanilla Chamomile?
Or some Tension Tamer?
Maybe some Country Peach Passion
Or some Honey Vanilla
Oh, dear!
Now I cannot decide
Which one to drink
Once I am finished
With my two cups of tea!
Well, then
How about some Victorian Earl Grey?
But if you're sleepy
And ready for bedtime
Be sure to drink your Sleepy Time!! (:

*~Marian~

So sick of metaphors,
So sick of trying.
So sick of fake love,
I’m sick of crying.

Love thyself, thy neighbor,
just don’t love a broken soul.
Love all the things you control,
but broken souls have holes.

Cause when you laugh,
And when you run,
You will fall into a hole.
"****" will go the fun,
And "****" will go the sun.
"****" will go control.

And you will be back to crying.

I’m not lying, I’ve been there and back.
                         *Thrice.

It was 3 PM on a Tuesday
in the summer, just before
my first semester of college.
I went out on a whim and
bought a cheetah print lava
lamp for forty six dollars
at some stand in the mall,
despite you persistently
advising me not to
waste money on
"insignificant ****"

The next day it rained
from 7 AM until 5 PM
and I forced you to lie
in bed with me all day,
with the curtains drawn
& the lights out.
I wanted us to observe
the weird, red
shapes forming
inside my new cheetah
print lava lamp...
Something about it
captivated me.
I never had one as a kid,
And you just sat there
holding my hand for
fifty eight minutes before
I whispered, "did you see
how pretty that one was?"

You laughed gently
and shifted your eyes
toward my dresser,
at which point
I realized
that was the very first time
you looked away from me
since we had laid down
And
with that thought,
the butterflies
woke so chaotically,
I thought I'd never
catch my breath

Plans shift
Friends drift
Love dies
Time flies
Promises break
People flake
If one road ends, don’t lie awake
There’s more than just one path to take
There’s always room for compromise
The sun may set, but it will rise
And with the sun, your heart will lift
Through these grains in life, onward we sift

sometime
the need to write
scribbling words on paper
is as strong as the need to write
but the thought scares me
and so
i push the urge deep down
and hold my breath
but then
i cannot hold it any longer
and i let it out
letting the writing become me
an when im done
tears flow
not because the writing is beautiful
but because it is captivating
to let loose those things that i kept hidden
and because
i finally allowed myself
to breathe