You text me
When you're drunk
At the bar
Looking for a ride home.

And I reply
Because you're drunk
And texting me
And I know what that means.

So I get on my shoes
And get in my car
And pick you up
Because you're drunk.

I take you to your late-night fast food
And back to your house
And I go inside
Because you're drunk.

I like you
When you're drunk

You smile
And laugh
And kiss me
When you're drunk.

You pull my hair
And hold me close
And love me
When you're drunk.

I get to stay the night
And hear you talk about the future
And I'm happy
When you're drunk.

I love you
But I have a hard time
Liking you
Except when you're drunk.

And maybe it will **** me
Spending my life
Waiting for a man
Who's only around at night

But I can't leave
Because somewhere inside of you
Is a man that I love
Except that he's drunk.

So here is a tale,
Epic, but true
Of my trip to So-Cal
Written down for you

It starts out in Salem
Such a fine town indeed
And 28 hours later,
From the train I was freed

Of this long ride
Not much can be said,
But for want of a better seat partner
I wished to smack him on the head.

For never such a pompous
Man have I met-
He fancied himself
Better than the rest

And when it came time
To un-board the train
My request for help with bags
Was met with disdain

To add grief to my mood
Once I got to the station
I found that my checked bags
Had not found their destination

But don't fret dear reader,
No, do not fear,
For my story gets better
of my two day stay here.

We came back the next day
My cousin and I
To find two boxes had arrived
The third still being sly

So to the beach we did roam
And many pictures we took
If you'd like to see them,
They're on my Facebook.

While in the water that noon
The ocean clear as day,
With my eyes I did spot
A baby sting ray!

While a marvelous sight,
One I'd never seen before,
I hopped out of the water
Lest my foot receive a sore.

After our play time,
We discovered hunger
And for my first time
Went to In-N-Out Burger

My dear cousin Stefanie
From the mother of a friend
Received many apples
So I pie I did blend!

All by myself
Was the recipe made
Crusts included,
with my memory's aid.

Once out of the oven
And cooled just quite right,
The deliciousness was evident
From the very first bite.

The next morning was my last
Of my trip to California
We thought to see Hollywood
Was a marvelous idea.

But oh the traffic-
We were not prepared
So from walking around
We were completely spared.

Visit we did,
But in drive-by form
So to leave for LAX
I did not long mourn.

Early we did arrive
To where from I would leave
Thanks to the carpool lane
Into which we did weave.

Inside the airport
I traveled alone
This was the first time
I had by myself flown.

Three hours of waiting
Before I got on the plane
Thank goodness I had my Kindle
To entertain my brain.

Once the plane had been boarded
My trip seemed quite short
It wasn't long until
We got into port.

From there it was Tanner
In his Honda Accord
Who picked me up from the airport
And to Newberg I was restored.

And so of my trip
I have but one thing to say:
I like Oregon weird!
California can keep its L.A.

My heart was wishing for his wishes to be me, me on the end , me dying out of love.
Him dying out of my absensce. Us laying on the ground of loneliness..
In the middle of a crowded room playing for drinks and strangers to forget for good, both.

My soul was shaking, because i was. I was your wish of dead and olvido. I was your most wanted love, the one who hurt and the one you hurt back until we bleed. My soul was grieving for the hapinness once shared and for the times we didn't care.


My body was aching from missing you, it was torturous to know you woulnd't come , we couldn't fix it. I couldn't feel my arms when i hugged you ,and you didn't back.My eyes were sore for crying too much.

My mind was tired of fighting feelings  and emotions i couldn't take ,it was desperate from the obsessing love, the memories that came at night , the illusions that kidnapped my dreams.

It didn't stop until this year, it has been too much , it has been too long for our endless love, it has been enough for forever.

Love is Real, innocent and pure -
                                             when you don't see each other as grown ups, but as childs.

Your words were always there to help me stay strong
but you just had to leave for your own reasons.

Now your words just tear me down
and I’m left wandering the skies without you

In my eyes, you're a fanged monster
that appears and reappears in my dreams like a curse.
If I blind my eyes,
my heart would still feel the nails you've dug deep,
and promised to one day remove.
If my heart stops feeling,
my soul would still escape your grip.
I will never be captured--
instead, I will live on:
I will be reborn
in flower seeds
and in strands of grass;
I will be the moss that covers trees;
I will be the butterfly that lives to taste sweetness.
Whether you come now or later,
it doesn't matter because
I've already stopped living,
lost in my endless, labyrinthine dreams.

I wandered through Scoglietto’s far retreat,
The oranges on each o’erhanging spray
Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;
Some startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet
Made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet
Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay:
And the curved waves that streaked the great green bay
Laughed i’ the sun, and life seemed very sweet.
Outside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,
‘Jesus the son of Mary has been slain,
O come and fill His sepulchre with flowers.’
Ah, God!  Ah, God! those dear Hellenic hours
Had drowned all memory of Thy bitter pain,
The Cross, the Crown, the Soldiers and the Spear.