Thursday, 28 June 2012

Money is the anthem,
God, you're so handsome.

endless longing

somebody whisk me away to my motherland
i'm seriously not picky in who
oh god
i do love you
Stephon kissed me in the spring, 
Robin in the fall, 
But Colin only looked at me 
And never kissed at all.

Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Sunday, 24 June 2012

caught me a long wind

once upon a time
a wise woman told me
to treasure each moment granted to you
with the person you love to live along side

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

twelve hours

caused what i dread most, to happen
those seven deadly words to be voiced
you had passed away in your sleep
today i'll go visit you
6:30 the birds awoke me from my mourning
roses from the thorns amongst the bush beckoned my senses
not as a result of laziness
one song was repeated a dozen times
simply no other song felt appropriate

Sunday, 17 June 2012

in the dark

you're so incredibly in the dark
i'd prefer to keep you there as long as i can


all in due time

i'm a lady.
got my mind made up,
got my mind made up...

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

i'm not sorry i never was 
what you wanted me to be
and never will be what you want me to be
not one bit

Monday, 11 June 2012


as bad as I am, 
I'm proud of the fact 
that I'm worse than I seem

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there's some mistake. 
The only other sound's the sweep 
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.

Sunday, 10 June 2012

so be it

you are my life saver
you are my life taker
as fond as i am, & as much as words appeal to my heart
there does not seem to be a pleasurable way of wording the question that haunts my every other acknowledged thought

Friday, 8 June 2012

sadness, I'm your girl

it has been quite some time that I have been genuinely sad
as much as I know I shouldn't look forward to it
a part of me will take great comfort in the familiarity of sadness
i'm losing you to the bottle

that secret that we know

that we don't know how to tell

Thursday, 7 June 2012

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

worth your while

if you will be patient with me,
i'll try to make me worth your while in this aspect too

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

i won't be found

you are such a closed opportunity 
always trying to convince yourself that
you are an open novel


that was one of the worst nightmares i've had in a very long time

Monday, 4 June 2012

that secret that you know, that you don't know how to tell



We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson
my god.

Saturday, 2 June 2012

two months

i believe at the end of these next two months,
i will still stifle a wave of sadness,
at the thought of you returning to the same old scene
even if that old scene is new and available to me

..i'm just saying

if anything remotely close to what you pointed out to me, 
was pointed out to you, by myself
silent treatment, and a very well worded guilt trip would follow suit
in my books you can be the only exception
not so much okay with it, when you decide for us, that you're the only exception