What does your drink tell about you?
I prefer my drink with no ice. Simple, elegant, and completely natural.
I prefer the all natural taste not muddled or diluted.
And often days, I see my ice-less drink half full.
The other days, I see my glass half empty, needing to be filled up.
For if revenge is a dish best served cold, could it also be a drink?
A bitter drink that never seems to empty. Always filling bottom up.
Does that make life your bartender?

I remember when we were young,
The soft tread snow held us close,
we ran through the woods,
dressed warm in cross-stitched clothes.

I remember when we were well spoken,
Tiny oceans passing on giant sails.
the sun was a sign of promise,
the moon saw us dancing by hotel rails.

I remember when we were cautious,
the lights were dimmed in eyes,
the lamps turned low too,
a crumpled heap of office ties.

I remember when we were addicted
hands stained with gasoline and ash.
Burned lips that clung together,
victims of timeless youth and cash.

I remember when we were worried,
short stories and family,
strewn together for comfort,
I looked at you mirrored as if happily.
I remember the end,
I remember when we were happy,
I remember when we’d had enough,
I remember love.

I had never felt as though I could feel, and never saw that I could see.
I never smelled the spring night’s air, or even opened my lungs to breathe.
I had never lain down on the grass, to watch the leaves fall from the trees.
I was a coward -- afraid to let my senses free.
So I kept my eyes closed tight, for fear there was anyone else but me.

I couldn’t tell you what it was that made me open them that day,
There wasn’t a window in the room, but as my eyelids broke away
I swear I saw the ocean wave, and I saw winds cause trees to sway.
I heard beauty in a whisper -- and the whisper told me to stay.

The fire in my soul was growing dim, but you made it burn so bright.
Because you made me see the day, when all I knew was night.
I had thought the world was empty -- just a room without a light.
But you taught me how to see, and you taught me how to feel.
You showed me things intangible, and you showed me they were real.
You knew that I had wounds, but they were wounds that you could heal.

If for a moment I thought I lost you, it would scare me half to death --
I had smelled the spring night’s air, for my lungs now had a breath.
To turn back was not an option, for no longer was I deaf.
I now could sense the world around me, and I knew you felt it too -
But I knew that it meant nothing unless we shared the view.
So I promise you my all, and swear myself I’ll see it through.
For I first heard beauty in whisper… and that whisper came from you.

Someone out there is waiting
To give you a hug.
Show you that there is more
Than just pleasure and pain.
If it didn't work in the beginning
there is a chance to go on.
Build memories on concrete
Instead of on air.
You don't have to believe
in promises made with broken string.
You can't play on a stage
After the curtains come down. But there will be another show
a chance to do things right.
someone cares that you weep
Late at night as you lie in bed.
Fighting against the will
To give up everything you need
Trying to be strong
you can't afford to let go
Of hope that it will be okay.
One day you will find someone
that lets you grow into you.

The bitter black coffee slides down my throat
I wince at the taste and the headache
as a result of last night

Oh but this is what I live for.
the excitement of forgetting

Of becoming someone else.
A carefree girl
who never passes up a dare,
who tips the bottle back
taking on the burn
without a swig of anything else to make
it go down easy.

Cause' the thing is,
I won't go down easy,
i can't.
I want rules so i can defy them

I want those crazy nights
filled with adrenaline
and legs sprawled on moonlit grass

Not the normal lull
of a life planned out,
sitting patiently on a grocery shelf
ready to be taken home for dinner
to feed the kids and the greetings of the
"honey, I'm home" 's
followed by an empty kiss.

No, not me.
First, I'll paint my body
blue and black
because i welcome the bruises.
I'll burn out long before
you can catch me with an
apron tied around my waist
and a platter full of fresh, hot cakes.

Tepid times, as the grass,
Covered in little, tiny
Dew drops, sways in
The hot wind of
The orange summer sky
I run my red tinted fingers
On your sticky warm face
In the almost dead
Vegetation
I close my eyes
Feeling the heat coat me
As your hand
Slips from mine
For you were just a
*Mirage

awkward hellos
and
sad goodbyes
is all we have,
at least it's all we have
that people could see,
alone you and i can see each other
actually look into one another's eyes
feel our bodies touch and press together
in an almost never ending embrace,
of passion and desire.
i taste your lips over and over
simply because i am afraid to forget how soft,
how sweet, and how warm they are.
i love to share myself with you,
every inch of my pink flesh.
and when the night is gone and the world awakens
once again the awkward hellos
and sad goodbyes is all we have.