I think sometimes,
When you fall too fast,
When you begin to love someone too much,
You start to brace yourself for the impact,
The plane crash
The train derailment
The pain that you will feel when they leave you
Because when you fall too hard
And when you love just a little too much
It never seems to work
The pain is unavoidable
And the worst part is
I think you know it
You know it from the very first moment
The first time you look into their eyes
When you first see their smile
You know
That eventually those eyes and that smile
Will no longer give you life
But be the demons that torture you inside when you want to sleep at 3am
Trying to forget every word he had ever said to you
You know
You just know
Yet you fall for it anyway

~b.d.o.

Of years gone past.
Of the parallel universes.
Of the mirror ones
where second chances are available,
as well as butterfly effects.

This world is so ordinary
it isn't capable
of giving my desire to me.

She writes beautiful poetry
Experiments with form and content

Many styles, many ideas
Some vivid, few abstract
but none mediocre

She's the Queen of Haikus
Scored a century recently

the aftermath of a night out
follows me for days

everything appears too lucid
like a Dali
dripping slowly
and eventually puddling on the floor
i'm being pushed through crowds
that give me ***** looks
frowning at my disposition
like it's my fault
sloshing about in this liquid tomb
that fills my head with the boom
                           boom
              boom
          of rock n' roll
and shot glasses hitting the floor

grant me sleep
or give me death.

The only way to guarantee a 100% failure rate is not trying.

The demons come from within, she said.
The voices, all of them, the ones inside your head.
They come when you are at your lowest, most unable to fight,
And they'll continue to torment you, into the depths of the night.
"You'll do it to yourself" she warned,
"You'll think yourself to death".
Well maybe death is the only peace.
From demons inside my head.