Love-sick Damsel

Here I am- tossing rocks at your window again

Wanting you to open up and let me in

or for you to come down; to climb down your trellis

and meet me at the bottom of your vined lattice

To come down off of your towering pedestal

and take a look at the one who came to call

At least take a glimpse at this desperate display

of the love-sick damsel that I portray

The least you can do is open up your curtain

so that we both may know for certain

who we are to each other; if anything at all-

Come down; or let me climb up your wall.

Moment of Realization

I am so happy for you right now

This moment brought clarity somehow

You had me all sixes and sevens

I’m brighter now for so many reasons

I’m so ecstatic for myself at this time

So content, so peaceful, so sublime

Having forgotten the crap you put me through

I can now smile for the both of you

I’ve been granted the greatest epiphany

I’m so grateful that she isn’t me

So thankful for this new inspiration

Her face is not mine on the invitation

I’m so elated that I’m not her

And that that ring is not on my finger

That dress is not fitted to my body

And that your food and guests are not my worry

I am not yours with the biggest smile

I’ve not felt this way in the longest while

The world is mine to conquer

I am not yours for I am not her.

Just Like You

Well, I finally gave up on you,

Took me long enough right?

Yet I’m still waiting

Waiting for someone exactly like you

Well, not exactly, cuz he’d leave me hanging too

But someone that looks like you, and smells like you, and acts like you

But someone that looks at me more, smiles at me more, and wants me more

Someone that likes talking to me because he likes me

And not because he likes the sound of his own voice

Someone that likes to look good,

But not so good that he expects perfection in the girl he dates

Someone that likes to travel,

but that would want to explore me more than the world

Someone that loves to be active,

but not active enough to never be around when I call

Someone that works hard,

But not hard enough to expect the world to owe him something in return

Someone that is experienced,

but not enough to make me feel like a 12 year old child

Someone that is mysterious,

But not enough to keep me guessing for as long as you did

Someone strong, but not enough to bruise me this bad again.

Someone almost identical to you

Someone just like you,

Just…not you.

Why is it, that the picture worth a thousand words- leaves me speechless!?!

Life is a highway; Love is a rollercoaster

Look- no hands my friend, 

I rode this one out to the end

Even made it through the dips and turns

I patiently waited my turn

all for this brief 8 second ride

but don't get me wrong- it brought me life

The trip was worth the wait, the adrenaline was great

It brought the butterfly feeling back into my being

I'd forgotten what that rush was like and I realize that it just might

be the reason I found life again- the reason I can breathe again

The reason I can see again, it's the reason I'm me again

I've overcome so much fear after letting go and letting you steer

I'd love to ride this one thru again, but it wouldn't be the same adrenaline

It wouldn't last more than 8 seconds longer

and I doubt it'll keep making me stronger

So even though it ended 8 seconds from the start

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

It really sux to let you go, but I learned more than you'll ever know

Thanx for opening my eyes.

Thanx for the ride.

Nothing in My Power

Worried to death

Take one more breath

Body’s turning pale

Just inhale . . . exhale

Remind myself to breathe

Allow myself to grieve

I can’t let this fear

Consume me here

My life’s coming unwrapped

I feel like I’m trapped

In this sphere of sorrow

But I can’t let it show

Must hold composure

I need some closure-

that I know will never be received

I trusted, I believed

Now I feel a bit like Job

Under a working strobe

Moving in slow-motion

Drowning in life’s ocean

Getting thrashed by the waves

Needing to be saved

But left on my own

Getting brutally thrown

Whichever way the wave goes

Or whichever way life blows

Need a shoulder to cry on

Or just someone to listen

But there’s not even one

I have no one

There’s nothing I can do

No route to pursue

Just focus on air

And a sincere prayer

Constantly on my tongue

And breath in the lung

I can’t feel this empty

Let this pass from me

Inhale . . . exhale

I will prevail.

Addiction and Subtraction

Second-rate salesmen skillfully sell soft served ice-cream on the sidelines

However, they hand out hollow holocausts of false fantasies for Satan

When intoxication ignites the idle minds

Problematic pride punctures a picture-perfect life,

Profiting no one but Satan’s salesmen.

Burning bridges and building burdens of broken promises or bonds

The drunkards drench their drifting dreams

with tireless tears that they callously cry.

Moving memories of willful wrong doings and left-handed handshakes

turn the meandering mid-summer day’s dream

into an overcast obsolete obituary.