Round and round and round
We go
When we stop
No one knows
Hurry hurry,
Claim your spot
Unless you want
To be called out
The song is playing
A love tune
Ain't it ironic
When you're alone?
You see the one
You want to claim
It beckons you
And calls your name
Closer, closer
You come to it
Euphoria will
Be experienced
The senses heighten
The song will end
Could it be true
That you will win?
A sudden pause
The music stops
You weren't ready
Your jaw drops
You pause to blink
It becomes blatant
That all the good ones
have been taken

True love is not getting her
A gift for everyone to see
Rather it's behind closed doors
Where your devotion is proven
When she can't sleep
And you talk her through the night
When you fall ill to some disease
And she stays by your side,
Watching your favorite shows with you

True love is not bringing your "arm candy" with you to show off
If your love her, then you love the way
She looks all the time, even when she
First wakes up, her face rid if products
If you love him, you won't read his texts, for isn't trust the cornerstone in the structure of the life you are building together?

If you love each other,
You will accept your flaws and those
Of your beloved, and cherish each other through for who you are,
Who you've been, and who
You will become

Panic
What have I done?
What have I done??
What have I done???
Was it worth it, the deed I've done?
I spent all day contemplating the chase
When I should have been focusing on other things
I came home anticipating and dreading what was to come
Before I could take off my coat,
it was already too late

The demon had captured me and was not letting go

What's that? Mother went to the grocery store?
Oh no. Yes. No. Yes. No.
Go upstairs. Talk to your friends. Reach out.
No. The demon won't let me.
He traps me at home alone with all these deadly drugs.
I promised myself I wouldn't use as much today
After all, not using at all is a drug in itself
Already tried that
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Vision starts to blur as the possession begins

A piece of toast might be nice,
nothing abnormal
Why not top it with peanut butter?
Why not?
Why not scoop it up with a spoon?
Five minutes, six minutes.
Forget the toast, there were chocolates in the pantry
Seven minutes, eight minutes
Doesn't matter if that candy bar was expired for a year.
It doesn't matter anyway, you can get rid of it
Nine minutes, ten minutes
there goes that pint of ice cream

One hour later
What have I done?
What have I done?
I promised myself this would never happen again!

I run to the only place in the house where I can repent my sins
this confessional session must be quick
no one else must know,
but the porcelain god I am kneeling to
for a while I am in purgatory
I must repent
It will never happen again,
just cleanse me of my obscenities!!

After much effort
my mistakes are sent away
my throat burns,
nut that's the price I must pay for what I've done
I feel better, safer
But only for a little while,
as my unexcorcised demon lies in wait
for the cycle to begin again

Standing on the railroad tracks
That I stood on a year ago
They are a pathway to yesterday
Memories otherwise out -thrown
I am in the footprints of my former self,
Warts and all the ugly things
I've shed since then
Flooding my memory
I've walked a tough road,
Nay, I ran and tripped and fell
But strength takes time to materialize
Within the human form
I stare down the long long path
Traversed by many a few passengers
On trains to destinations long forgotten
By new generations and busy passersby
My journey, though,
Might not have been down the tracks themselves,
But in the year I have spent visiting this place
I have traveled farther than
I ever thought I'd go

Once upon a time
There was a girl who dared to dream
In the cold, air conditioned room of reality she sat
For hours on end
Suddenly, her rescuer appeared
Golden yarns of sunshine leaked through the windows,
Wrapping themselves around her,
Pulling her away
In the blink of an eye
She was no longer in the place of gloom
But in a magnificent garden
Where flowers of every kind, like her,
Dared to bloom
She tarried there
For hours, days, weeks
Sitting amongst the blossoms
Admiring them and befriending
The other children who would arrive from their own prisons
Each backstory unique,
Some grotesque, some disheartening
But that mattered not
For the children would wrap their fingers
Around each other's cold hands
And begin again
In this new, dreamlike place