Blessed are those
Who look with beauty in their eyes
Who strive for not wealth
But only happiness inside

Blessed are those
Who offers their helping hand
Despite their own struggles

Blessed are those
Who carry their own demons
Yet still wears a mask!

I am Eve in the garden of Eden and
now I can finally see why she bit into the apple.

I am swallowing it whole.

You are a slithering slippery snake with a pretty disguise and
you are leaving marks on my neck and bruises in my brain.

You are breaking my bones in your tight coil,
and every morning I find myself again,
in your nest,
shaking scales out of my hair.

I do not understand
Why God made me this way
Two persons, personalities
Head and heart
One body...

Good and bad
Saint and evil

Heart of gold
And heart of stone

Compationate
Then ice cold

Loving and caring
To not giving a ****

Conviction. Contradiction
Wish one could win

Put all this confusion to an end

Angel wings around me.
Feathers in my face.
Pillow the size of Jupiter.
Sheets of silken seas on surfaces of
Worlds yet undiscovered.
I sleep loved.

It's Libra season
and I forgot who my friends were
                           I think they forgot me too

I said no to a pity party this year

so instead I drank a bottle of champagne

plus some
plus some

It hurts so much when you call, it hurts so much when
                  you say you miss me
it hurts all over when I throw up the next day
and no one rubs my back

no one kisses me anymore
no tenderness is afforded on my body

and my weakness is seen as weakness

I get no
relief for hours, the day after

I wish underneath my sobriety I wasn't scared
     I wish I understood love the way I understand drunk speech
and mixed drinks and lonely afternoons and trashcans

Winters coming beware.
With every beautiful snowfall and toasty blanket to curl up with comes something to fear.
Winter brings darkness.
You become filled with depression and despair.
Life turns upside down as the new year is about to begin.
Tears get shed and hearts get broken as people try to make themselves anew.
Mistakes get made.
Pain gets spread.
All as winter comes.
Fate having its last evil spree before the warmth and sunshine coming back to play.
Beware of winter.
I'd suggest you flee.
Then maybe there will be some survivors.
I'll be back when the flowers begin to bloom once more.

A little lie here and there
years of trends
we couldn't stand
different rooms, separate beds.  
don't trust those two
alone together.
see it now
and tell the truth
say what they
would never hear;
we are
nothing but
two good people
who do bad things

I do not know  
Maybe for someone in my future or
my past from long ago
"Who Knows"
This is not  a bio
Nor a request of
Just something to say hello
So!! "Hello"
Spark an interest
Something may grow
"A Desire to know"
Of course there is no status guo
"To know" !!
All it as to do is flow
I am not just any Joe blow
Right now I guess a John Doe
Because I am not known
To the people or person I am writing this to
"Although"!!
You never know !!
It's 2 a.m. or so
Watching a T.V. show
Something they call a talk show (I think)
Rather be staring at a painting from Vincent Van Gogh
Laying here naked from head to toe
"Sleepy"
So I guess I got to go
Well any way
"Hello"
To Someone
I may or may not know
!!
:)

Frank Sinatra competed with the loud clinking of silver wear
We ordered
We spoke over the clinking silver wear
We ate
We spoke over the clinking silver wear
We laughed
And they laughed effortlessly
A heavy exhaustion filled me up
I think it was the loud silver wear
It was so god ****** loud
But they continued
It was SO god ****** loud
It began to fill my eardrums
I sat there long enough to taste the recycled air of the many people
The air was stale
I felt heavy
My face began to sag in defeat
The sound of silver wear filled me
I could no longer hide the nothingness from my eyes
I was no more than the loud silver wear
I looked down, I felt sick