If I had four arms I'd make interesting  snow angels
I'd rid my ear buds of infuriating cord tangles
Three cookies and cocoa
I'd eat all at once
I could only imagine
my incredible  stunts
There is so many things to grasp, feel and touch
It's safe to assume I'd ******* twice as much

Words are worthless unless they're heard.

I want to stop;
To never do it again.
I've wanted that before,
But I could never make it,
The threat, couldn't shake it.
This time, I have to do it,
Then, it'll be no more.
Six times that has happened,
But there was never any change.
So what's different this time?
Each time I was desperate,
I hate how that feels.
But never hated it enough
To stop what I was doing.
I can't look at myself;
I can't live with it anymore.
I'm tired of the hate,
I'm tired of the shame.
Maybe that's what makes
This time so different.
All the hate has piled up,
A ticking bomb,
And if it explodes, then I'm gone.
I don't want that, so I
Decide to try again,
To lie awake and wait for morning
And see what may come
With the breaking of dawn.
If it is the breaking of me,
Then so be it,
But I will be real.
Real and broken,
But forever rid of the
Mask and the nightmares
That it brought.

You can live for an eternity, but never become wise;
You can be blind without any problems with your eyes.

I've lived a few years; seen much and felt more.
I've lost everything I am, changed forevermore.

After living for a short time, there is a lot in my head;
Knowledge doesn't have to come from what you've read.

Ask me a question, and I'll give you an answer.
Not responding eats away at me, growing, a cancer.

Long ago given the curse of a stream of questions, infinite,
All askers seeking the substance of something definite.

My name is ancient, one you'll recognize instantly ,
In English, the name I was given is "Honesty."

Today, a man asked me a question I'd never heard before.
This question shook me and changed me forevermore.

He asked me to tell him the saddest words I happened to know.
So, in his ear, I whispered four little words: "I told you so."

I'm sitting here in a club that's very
Well it's dark,
But it's not a place for women.
And who knows,
I think it might be the thirties.

I'm surrounded by men,
All in impeccably fine suites,
I'm drinking countless martinis,
I never have to light my own cigarette,
I know this is what I do every single night.
Everyone fawns over me.

I know that I'm very powerful.
I have the power of a man.
So I act like a man.
Not *****,
Just unashamed.


Maybe I have a rich father?
That sounds right for the time.
I can tell that I am very powerful,
I already know that I am
"Breathtakingly gorgeous".

Everyone eats out of the palm of my hand,
I am fun.
I am free.
I am the untamable soul.

You know?
The one they right novels about.
The one that "got away",
Because she was a song bird,
And one that wouldn't fit in her cage.

And I am to be a married woman.
Someone will disburse my power.
I will become a miserable housewife.
I will have four children.
I will bake apple pies,
I will let my husband
Please himself using my body.
I will help with church bake sales.
I will drink.
I will drink.
I will drink.....