They say its over when she sings… Well the lady’s singing… I think she may still have tears in her eyes, and your token in her hand. She is singing a song you may have heard before… another one of those she sings as she walks out the door. “Goodbye is too good a wordContinue reading “Fat Lady Blues”
It’s saturday morning… the sun is warming the window panes, and we are in a place so near to heaven… a place of perfect peace, and happiness. Your feet find mine, and in comes a small boy with sleep still across his face… trailing behind him is a blanket made before he was born- inContinue reading “More than just a comfort”
In dreams, I am a dancer a tempest of desire. My thunderous clouds move above you and ignite within a wild fire. My body twists and shifts under your stone like stare… and I cannot be freed, or will myself to care. I’ve saved a seat for you- bring with you whatever you must-Continue reading “Devil’s Dance”
Frozen ground, snow crunching beneath our feet. Small children playing, their noses kissed with frost. And you and I are still somewhere, Some could call it lost.
I am on the prowl. I am a hungry lioness seeking her lunch. I am a starving artist who needs to pay her rent. I am armed with all the hope and ambition in the world. I will find a new place to call my own. A job, a paycheck that will help me keep myContinue reading “The Thrill of The Hunt”
#1: Laugh. Every day even when it hurts. Laugh even if you’re crying. #2: Live your life out loud! Get your shiny new megaphone out and shout… let the whole world hear you. If your scared, just remember I am always somewhere near you. #3: Have lots and lots of sex! Good sex with someoneContinue reading “My best Bright Ideas!”
And when you said time is all it takes to heal I would look out at the dwindling daylight wondering aloud… is time the trick? Tricky time… I wait for you, I sometimes chase you… I try to hold you in my hands- and try to save you. I will set you free… and inContinue reading “Fated”
If it wasn’t this, it would be something else. And its all just stuff… and people tell me to count my petals and cast away my stones. What’s in your backpack, anyway? In my backpack you will find: 3 precious things, 3 small things, 3 big ones. Some paper with my spiky back hand printContinue reading “If It Wasn’t”