I get it now
Those were the hard realities
I could never understand
How you could be so cold

No please
I don't like hugs...

You were right
I wouldn't let go
Of all the loss
Oh what a load

But one day
I realized
I was either going to live
And be happy
Or **** myself


So I just shut it all off
My feeling's
Like a light switch

Ya I heard he died
I don't go to funerals...

I can't write
there is to much noise
kids are playing
with their toys

dog is barking
chasing the cat
wife is asking
do I look fat?

phone is ringing
someone at the door
some kind of puddle
on the floor

a little quiet
and some peace
need a bit of
literary release

grab my book
close the door
sit in the corner
on the floor

pen to paper
I start to write
I don't care
if it takes all night

putting thoughts
into written word
gives me the freedom
of a bird

soaring high
up in the sky
words flowing
I start to cry

writing has been
such a gift
hope my words
give you a lift