Seventeen years is too long a fogPlace upon the mantle your old volume with a new roseTime does not sympathize, marches in spite of youYour bones are still olderYour days are still numberedSeventeen years of thisDon’t really matterAs long as the rent gets paidAs long as the kids get fedYour half life’s your whole life… Continue reading April 24, 2006
Category: regret
Life is what happens to you while…
…you’re busy making other plans…(John Lennon)
remember
Never knew you, but I hear you were beautifulHear you were angry sometimesGuess you never knew that you were lovedWell you were lovedFor what it’s worthSo goodnight punk rock girlGoodby lonely oneHope you found your peace at last
Lazarus Girl Is…
…back from the dead again. For as much as it counts. Thinking it’ll be different this time. This carrot will be different. Thinking that life will be good and recognition will be earned and trust will be rewarded. Love’s no different whether you go looking for it or it blindsides you. Fairness will always elude… Continue reading Lazarus Girl Is…
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Gonna make a deal with the devil…
Q & A
Why do we hurt the ones we love? Because they’re the only ones that will always forgive us. Now is that fair? No, it’s not at all fair. Is there a way out? The Goddess only knows. I want to do good. I want to rise above my current circumstances. I just need someone to… Continue reading Q & A
jealousy
When I was young I thought I knew what jealousy was and I thought that it could be conquered. Jealousy was the scary incongrous thing that showed up every three years or so to make false accusations and leave me curled up in a ball on the floor crying and pleading my absolute innocence. It… Continue reading jealousy
Why I’ve dumped most of the men I’ve ever been with…
…simple neglect. I ask very, very little. That doesn’t mean I want nothing. So maybe I’ve got it all wrong. Maybe I should stop being so easy going and understanding and then I won’t ever be in a position to be treated like a doormat again. Maybe failure to be demanding is essentially saying to… Continue reading Why I’ve dumped most of the men I’ve ever been with…
Too Much Information
When I swore I’d never write about this, I guess I lied.The part of it that none of you will ever understand, that I can never explain, is how much it hurt. The absolute bloocurdling, mindsplitting, unfathomable pain of my guts spilling out into my body cavity and my spine all but snapped in half… Continue reading Too Much Information