I watched as the other's fell to weakness and thrived upon  my own.
The monsters know better to mire in my  depths hell is a grand illusion of many who follow my path.
Are we not destined for nothing or simply nothing was all we were to begin with?

Trace these lines for I enjoy the stolen thought of many shared so empty as with you.

My dear you are shades, degrees of the person never meant to be whole.
Tragedy is then regrets cast stones long sense that the demise in the darkness of the river's bed.

Can you take to wing what was never meant fly?
Embrace the man you never truly knew.
From have heard conversations and bedside confessions my dear does the night still hold true the way I never held you.

Can we erase this simply redesign it to her own liking?
Bury your head in the pillow lose yourself within pleasures only to mask it in half heard desires.

I give you this and nothing more dead skin under nail, souvenir of what never was.
Sometimes we make it more than it ever truly could be, paint the picture that never capture the flaws.

When to stained-glass views blind vision is my true reprise.
Will you answer that call?

I have given  to whim but never to you.
Broken promises flawed no mystery to solve care for this clue.
When you pass do they all seem to care my dear.
In a moonlit courtyard can you cast aside want only to mask it in fear.

Take me to heart or simply take me to bed.
Chase the shadows and pillow talk to me everything that flow from
that beautiful empty head.

Walk away and leave me with such a perfect view.
I never knew emptiness until my darling at first I met you.


Keeps me in riddle's lost with her clues.
Torture has never been so sweet muse.

And the price can never justify the ego's drain.
Please just a little bit more sugar would I ever complain.
Lace and stockings sure beats paper cuts and nights alone.
One more round sweetheart some can down play there thrills
but I never found much comfort from a phone.

The party for two beats the one that end's up passed out on the floor.
Why keep it horizontal when we can cling to the rafters or just get up against the door.

Shift my gears without ever popping the clutch .
Wild women and whiskey darling are just part of my DNA call it my emotional crutch.

Bent over the jukebox is a sight from you sugar that truly could inspire the blues .
Wild as the wind so sweet and wrong in everyway  write my epitaph
Here's one last toast to you forever my muse.

My words are tears that,
flow down through my pen.

We are alike skies,
In this world yet out of this world.
The moon, the sun, and the stars,
Represent what's inside
the good and bad floating in us
The low and high

But you are the sky
That holds my eyes.
You trap my heart,
Wrap my attention in a leash;
I follow you everywhere you go.
You always make my heart skip a beat
I don't quite know why

When you are the midnight sky,
The blackest soul I've ever seen,
And the embodiment of night—
A black hole for a mind;
You take all in and mess it all up.
And I know that you could bring me down

You are the sky
That's fear and darkness
And you have a star for a heart
That defeats everything.
You battle fear with bravery,
Not blind to it obviously.
You never hide your suffering
You're untainted by lies;
Noticing you is the proof that
The stars get brighter
when the sky gets darker

There once was a girl
Not just any ole girl (as if there's such a thing)
She danced and sang and smiled real sweet
She shouted
I have this light!
It shines real bright!
Do you see this shine?!
This light of mine?!

Her light was smothered
Her innocence lost
She hid for awhile
until her wings took flight

Then there was a teen
A sullen fine pearl
With smarts to envy
And a body out of this world
She whispered
I have this light
Squint your eyes real tight
Do you see the glimmer
This luminous shimmer?

Adolescence with a blanket of fear
and an edgy exterior
She hid for awhile
Until her wings took flight

Then there was a young woman
A **** clever sweet thing
A studious charmer
with her dreams shelved on a ring
Could have studied rocket science
or aimed for the moon
Aren't I supposed to get married?
Strike a pose at noon?

Some years later
She questioned,
Do I still have that light?
What happened to my fight?
I feel so alone
And not really fine
I need that light keeping me warm
and my spirit alive

There was no burn
No oxygen breathing new life
She died for awhile and
cried and cried
Until her wings took flight

So now there is this woman
with a mind of mush
She schedules and delivers
but forgets so much
She fights like a champ
Gets up like Sugar Ray
She swings but can't punch
Each day is a heavy weight

Forgoing her passions
she leaves her soul on the floor
Her heart hurts leaving her wounds open and sore

She sighs,
There is still a light
a tiny lil flicker
I know that it's there because
a blow becomes a flare.


Nowhere left to hide
With tots' tantrums, earning keep,endless laundry, and late fees,
She forgets to eat.

She learns to stay quiet when
they knock on the door.
Holds her breath
and sometimes cries on the floor.

YET

She laughs

*I'll hide in the bathroom
blowing quietly on the smolder
You never know
I just might ignite
That light of mine
That bright light that died
Could come back to life

Toss me into the ocean (my boat already capsized, then turtled. ****, what a summer.)

Aim a gun at my head (once, there was a guy who robbed some store with an unidentified weapon, and he lived on our street, and hid in my yard, and men with guns were everywhere looking for him.)

Run your knife down my skin (I'm a recovering cutter.)

Take the people I love away from me ( SIX MONTHS OLD AND HE'S DEAD)

Break a promise (he never came back; he never visited)

Drug me (they tossed pills at me to make me numb, make me happy, keep me sane)

Cram me into the confines of your basement (I layed perfectly still for about an hour to see if my brain was o.k.)

Bury me alive (when I was little my mom, and my brother, and me would horse around and I would end up under too many blankets and pillows and I couldn't breathe)

**** me (I almost did it myself.)

Do your worst- I've done mine.

r.c.