I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.

There are little things along the way,
that can bring us a smile everyday.
But sometimes we may not realize,
we must seek to find each little prize.

For we never know what we may find,
and sometimes we leave treasures behind.
Perhaps it is a memory of,
a happy time that was filled with love.

Well, it could be just a cheerful word,
or some lovely music that we heard,
just things that can brighten up the day.
And, give us a smile along the way

What I share with you is more intimate than anything any two lovers can share with their organs.
What I share with you is more important than two people tying the knot.
What I share with you is more special than a few cheesy words and a sloppy first kiss.

What I share with you is me.
You know me inside and out, upsides down and backwards.
Any words that leave my mouth you understand in a heartbeat.
Any time you need something of me, I would come running.

What I share with you is, friendship.

My Scars Tell a story of Pain and Hate,
Scar Tissue my mother never noticed
Drugs and Alcohol, my only escape
The Pain, never stayed,
Apart of me.... Died
when i was this beautiful flower blossoming in the suns gazing view,
Dancing in The Rain, was thee only time i felt free
Feeling the evening breeze
Take me away and above.


by Andrea L.

Every once in a while, there is one of those nights where you don't sleep.
Where every little decision you have ever made comes under intense scrutiny.
Where every "What If" haunts you.
And every mistake you ever made is clear and present in your mind.
And you just want to curl up and sleep
But you can't.
These are the nights where you invade my mind.
The thoughts you of are vivid, my imagination running wild with possibilities and ideas.
Everything feels so bittersweet and temporary.
And then the doubt sets in.
Finally one question is prevalent over all others.
What the hell am I doing?

I was hungry.
So I ate my dog.
Uncooked.
It's flesh got stuck between my teeth.
Which is good.
I can still taste it now,
when I am hungry.