Pain is real
Love is dead
Screams the voice
Inside my head
A rotten deal
A broken heart
Now my world
Is torn apart
I chose to fall
You chose your lies
Now you can't
Look in my eyes
Your goodbye kiss
Still haunts my dreams
I can't let go
Or so it seems
There are no more
Tears to cry
I can't give up
I have to try
Find a way
To fill this hole
Find the strength
Within my soul
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
Some things I've realized
I talk too much when I don't write.
I eat too much when I don't cook.
I hurt too much when I don't love.
I yell too much when I don't cry.
side note: We are all artists inside. How we express that, defines our lives.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Dichotomous
Find the time to lose your mind
Promise me you'll always lie
We ran ahead, got left behind
Now you believe we'll never die
Sometimes real is hard
Sometimes pain is dead
What if all our life
Was only in our head
Saturday, November 10, 2012
A list of her hungers
Hungry for freedom
But scared to walk alone
Everything I learn
I wish I would have known
Searching for truth
But hiding in the dark
Wanting direction
Afraid I'll miss the mark
Wanting love
Afraid to give
Afraid to try
Afraid to live
Can't stop now
We might be close
Find the place
That no one knows
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Are you a Ninjaholic? Know the Warning Signs!
Okay, I admit it. I'm addicted to Fruit Ninja. If you don't know about fruit ninja, first of all, have you been living under a rock? Second, I don't know whether to insist you download it immediately or beseech you to stay away! I've come to grips over the past few days that I may need professional help to ever get my life back. I don't know if there really is any escape from the power of the Sensei.
If you do know, you may be wondering if you, too, are an addict, a NINJAHOLIC. Here are some of the warning signs I've encountered. If you are experiencing one or more of these symptoms, it may be time to hang up your machete and call The Internventionist. I'm right behind you. Just let me finish this game.
Warning Sign #1: You have a blister on your index finger
Warning Sign #2: You dream of diced fruit
Warning Sign #3: The best compliment you received this week was "Combo God"
Warning Sign #4: When playing Fruit Ninja on your phone, you ignore incoming calls and text messages.
Warning Sign #5: You avoid using your phone to make calls or answer texts unless it's plugged in. Drain the battery and cut your play time short? Out of the question.
Warning Sign #6: You've begun to extrapolate life lessons from this seemingly meaningless game, i.e. "When things slow down, it's a good time to get organized" or "Avoid bombs"
Okay, that's all for now. This post just ate up all the free time I had today that isn't already set aside....can she break 700??? Wish me luck ;)
If you do know, you may be wondering if you, too, are an addict, a NINJAHOLIC. Here are some of the warning signs I've encountered. If you are experiencing one or more of these symptoms, it may be time to hang up your machete and call The Internventionist. I'm right behind you. Just let me finish this game.
Warning Sign #1: You have a blister on your index finger
Warning Sign #2: You dream of diced fruit
Warning Sign #3: The best compliment you received this week was "Combo God"
Warning Sign #4: When playing Fruit Ninja on your phone, you ignore incoming calls and text messages.
Warning Sign #5: You avoid using your phone to make calls or answer texts unless it's plugged in. Drain the battery and cut your play time short? Out of the question.
Warning Sign #6: You've begun to extrapolate life lessons from this seemingly meaningless game, i.e. "When things slow down, it's a good time to get organized" or "Avoid bombs"
Okay, that's all for now. This post just ate up all the free time I had today that isn't already set aside....can she break 700??? Wish me luck ;)
Friday, May 6, 2011
Break the Chain
Chain reaction
Chained to you
Chain of command
Captain of my sea
Shepherd of the flock
Yet, I walk in the valley, still wanting
Wanting love
Wanting hope
Wanting peace
But all the pieces are scattered
Some destroyed, some lost
I can't put it back the way it was
And in this way I see
You're letting go, I'm free
But still the chain leads back to me
Twisted and tangled
My body's in knots
I long for the stretch of release
And hope that when the last link breaks
I'll find myself underneath
Battered and broken, but still breathing
And when I gasp that first breath
And finally cut this rotting cord
I'll be born
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