The whiskey bottle is empty.
Now there is a sufficiently
sad sentence. Succinct, too.
It speaks a grave-side quiet,
as when emptiness is all.
The whiskey bottle is empty.
Five words leading only
to a garbage can.
The whiskey bottle is empty.
The simple, declarative,
syntax of nothing.

   - mce

Dearest,

you may be farther

but

my love will never falter.

i'll be waiting patiently

for you to come home to me.

When i look into the pouring rain,
it brings up thoughts of life with pain....

From my years of fears,
I have countless tears....

From the times I used,
is my life which i abused...

To the needle and spoon....
To the pipe of delight....

To a nod during the day....
To a tweak at night.....

To break that fight,
is now in sight.....

A life without dope,
is what I hope....

I am have now been clean,
for two plus years....

Which once was a dream,
Was to live my life clean....

Dreams do come true,
it is my given fact....

A life without drugs,
is where I'm at....

An effortless jump
Transported me to
-O U T E R    S P A C E-
Only to witness that souls do travel
While we're asleep. . .
People are like gases
Entering a door in every star
"--clicks--" it locks as one passes.

Oh, could it be!
That you're still in that door?

THINK CAREFULLY. Something WRONG went today. . . . .

Now, close your eyes. . .
It's time to wake you up.

Remember:
As you enter another dimension,
Hurry! FIND THE DOOR.
Before it's too late. . .











Uh. . Oh. . .I forgot, the KEYS.
It's in the

What can bring me joy, what can make me smile. What will lighten my heart and lift my burdens for a while? It is what I choose. The things that I like. They are the key to my happiness. They are what is right for me.

Does thoughts of me rise like the morning sun
Does it set your heart on fire
Bright ember red as thoughts of me fill your head
Do you fall in a deep love all over again like someone cast a spell
Does your mind swell like a well Impaled
From the heavens letting go what they withheld
Or does hate perched on your frontal lobe come from behind its veil  
Does thoughts of me crush your soul
Do you become bitter and cold like steal pole in the winter snow
Have you put up safety nets
And when I'm brought up
Do you cast them back out to see
What do you feel when you think of me

Looking down on me
As I go under
This murky water preventing you
From reaching out to me..
Just watch me drown
I understand
I wouldn't want to
Get my dress wet either.

He is the kind of guy that makes you go crazy.
Like a glimpse through the looking glass into a strangle world
with a Chesire Cat.
You might even question if he slipped something into your drink.

If only you had that effect on someone.
You spray your perfume on his clothes so that maybe,
oh maybe
he'll think of you next time he's taking off his shirt.

But when you wake up from the hangover,
the *******,
the euphoria,
he is just a man.
And maybe,
(is it that you weren't pretty enough?)
(could you have done something differently?)
you were too good for him anyway.