Who can feel these drops
Who can heal this numbing pain
Can you feel how this heart stops
As tears begin to fall like rain

One drop, two drops, now three
Tear after fallen tear I will cry
Too many drops, I am too blind to see
An empty room and I wonder why

Four drops, five drops, now six
No one will see, no one will come
Broken heart that no one can fix
Too many drops for some

Good morning birthday girl , it's your special day ..The apple of your Mothers eye , one year older today ..  Blueberry waffles with pancake syrup , chocolate milk and your favorite cartoons ! We'll put on our coats and mittens , then head to town , find a gift for my precious little child !. A tea set or jewelry box with a tiny dancer inside , roller skates , Barbies or a baby doll that cries ..We'll set by the fireplace on this chilly October day with sugar cookies , cinnamon sticks and sassafras tea !

deep chill
of early morning

another
lost autumn
disappears

winter the
only promise

always kept

  ~mce

Roses are grey
Violets are brown
but they are still beautiful
as I imagined.

To be in the top of that familiar old tree , throwing apples down for my friends to eat !  Gathering her yield for Dad's fried pies , ammo of choice for crabapple fights ! Lip smacking best jelly you've ever eaten , warm milk with applesauce when we couldn't get to sleep ...A quick snack while mowing the yard , cornbread , sweet tea and apple butter !

A quiet evening
A man watering his lawn
As I walk up my street
Listening to jazz

The noise box
Is blaring
When I come home

Too much television
I'd like to turn it off

I walked up the street
My familiar akward shoulder
My familiar imbalance

I found a a branch
It made a tripod
And supported me
As I walked

It also served
As the horns
Of the cornuto
Or cuckold

As I put it over me
"Look at me, a cuckold"
Haha

The horns of a cuckold
No woman to cuckold me

Perhaps I am cuckolded by
The women I watch
In *** videos

Dear mother,

The food here *****. I starve myself one day just to binge another day. Nothing satisfies me anymore. And the noises are just too much. In my head they are enough already.

Dear mother,

Except for the food, I cannot admit that I miss home. I shan't go back there. The noises are just too much. In my head they are enough already.

Dear mother,

I want to move. I want to run away. I want to go. But I can't cut the bond. But, but please stop trying to call me. Stop trying to talk to me. Lately I haven't been able to talk. I haven't been able to see myself as a daughter, or anything. The noises are just too much. In my head they are enough already.

Dear mother,

You are the last whom I want to blame, the last whom I want to hurt. I promise. But the noises are just too much. In my head they are enough already.