"You cant look at the devil and expect not to fall and we arent done until i say so."
"Now that i have you im never letting you go."
"I promise darling, you'll break soon. If i keep pushing you hard enough youll let me love you."
You cant hear the devils voice and expect not to drown. You tell me what that means."
"I want to hear you scream."
"I know you love me too because ive broken you down and ive built you back up and noone can make you *** the way i do."
"You cant feel the devils heartbeat and expect it not to break and i told you you would."
"God, you smell so good."
"Im sorry but you have to understand youre my only friend."
"It was always you. It has only ever been you. It will never end."
"You cant touch the devils fire and expect not to get burned. Dont you get it, little girl, you belong to me."
"You can never leave."
"So let me rule you-ruin you-set you free. Youre scared imma **** you but really all this time youve been killing me."

my fingers tickle keys about pointless topics that many strangers read
   i try to impress those with a rythm i attempt to keep
i think of impressing others even when i sleep
  but it gets tougher and tougher when the same **** keeps happening.
talking about crimes in streets
thats redundant
talking about drugs
thats redundant
talk about depression?
  PLEASE! we're in a recession.
if your tears aint making me money
start walking honey
because starving yourslef to skin bones isnt worth that emotional sydrome.
we need to get grown and become logical, not philosophical.
what if is just some ******* that will make smash into an obstacle pretty quick.
im sick of the same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
my days are painful and slow
they treck alongside me like a snail in a hurdle racing a turtle.
there's no prgression
no incentive
no reason to be inventive
because its all about the money not the culture
as the vultures tear us to ribbons
rich ******* sippin on lifes bosoms is cushioned with oppurtunity.
all i would like to say is if you plant a seed
give water.
not need.

Dear Empty Nest Sydrome,

You have given me an unexplainable emptiness that words cannot explain,
only to be defined by feeling
Experiencing this void is not what a mother wants, to be quite honest!
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wake to check on the children, slowly opening the door to peek in, walking in to listen to them breathe as they dream the sweetest of dreams,
kneeling down at the bedside kissing them on the forehead,  holding their hand ever so gently for a moment careful not to wake them, only to savor the few seconds that feel like a lifetime,
yet to realize years have past, and their beds lay empty, only leaving their sweet scent behind.
My children have grown, becoming beautiful people to begin their own nest.
The laughter from days gone by of  playful times are sorely missed.
The giggles and snickers made my ears rejoice, my face glow, wishing it never to end, but at the same time, my heart aches for more days such as those.

I miss my children!

So, Empty Nest Syndrome, although the pain is immeasurable, I want to
thank you for memory!

Sincerely,

Mother of 3 daughters