There's a cross on the hill, by the old whiskey still
It marks the place where I found you
I was drowning in sorrow, no need for tomorrow
I was lost in that old mountain dew
I remember the night by the whiskey's firelight
I was sitting, while my head tried to swim
Suddenly I saw it through the light in your eyes
I found a way to forget all this sin

That old mountain dew runs deep in my veins
Now the Lord is my savior and in glory he reins
That old mountain dew is finally through
I've found my way unto you

The times have been hard, and the way has been rough
With you in my Heart I don't have to hide
Thank you, dear Lord, for the strength that you give
And for the courage you give me inside

That old mountain dew runs deep in my veins
Now the Lord is my savior and in glory he reins
That old mountain dew is finally through
I've found my way unto you

When iam alone
I let myself believe
Just for a moment
That he misses me too
That maybe he thinks of me
When the sky turns soft
And the world slows down.

Bt it's not real
It's just me
Doing all the loving
In my thoughts.

I still feel it
The whispers in my ear
The demon on my shoulder
Hiding behind my hair

Whispering sweet evils
Deniying that he's there

I feel it creeping in
The doubt from deep within
The demon on my shoulder
Whispering to give in

Not just a fluid,
I am ink — the druid,
Shaping your ideas in a blink.
In depth of papers, I sink.

Not just a physical thing,
An end to your thoughts — I bring.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

I flow on the paper,
With your thoughts — I caper.
Like the roots of a tree,
Even the history is written with me.

Not just a black fluid,
From the sac of a squid.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?

Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.

Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked

How could a fiction makes me so emotional
How could I intensely feel the emotion and pain
           When people share their stories
How could i relate so naturally with how others feel
Sometimes i could feel the pain when someone says
            they are having headache
My mind is on roller coaster ride with emotions
I could easily be drawn to even slightest changes/reactions
in my loved ones
I couldnt stop the tears rolling out of my eyes
How hard i try…there is no possible was i could stop
Being emotional

I feel wronged, embarrassed, good-for-nothing
Every now and then
Couldn’t help
Being emotion, clingy or obsessed
Just take it positive that i could atleast genuinely feel others
When i say.. “I know how you feel”

You, my darling, see me like no one else.
Every blemish on my face—a work of art.
The way my curls refuse to comply
makes you smile.

You, my darling, hear me like no one else.
All my thoughts are sacred.
All my jokes are funny.
All my woes are real.

You, my darling, fail to hold me.
You just stare when I cry,
look at me with those piercing eyes
when my clothes don’t fit well.

And when the lights are off,
you disappear.

I will see you again in the morning—
if I survive the dark.

Weaponized,
a Plymouth Fury
wallows up the off-ramp
oblivious to our toot-toot-*****,
dodging cars to disappear into
the onrush. Senile missiles,

our moms and dads
take aim through their confusion,
behind windshields, selfishly
they hog the right to their wrong-ways
and praying for decorum
cream the Firebirds.