being punched in the stomach with knives
and then the drugs started working
and the work became dull and dreamy
i could only stare at the ceiling
and i remember seeing the sweat on his forehead
he wasn't an attractive man
but the concentration in his eyes said
this wasn't any easier for him
i couldn't feel the blood moving
but when i looked down I became lightheaded
crumbling to the floor
to regain equilibrium
my stomach turned and the soda didn't help
my eyes got dark and the blood soaked through gauze
and went i woke up all there was was a soreness
its all over
and the pain was just a lingering rememberance
like the thoughts of throwing up
now i've got a guardian
sitting perched on my hips
making sure i'm not gonna expect the road to be easy
and while my mother stood over me cleaning the blood and ink
i could tell she missed taking care of me
and remembered, i'm only beginning to be a big girl
i know its been forever, i don't think anyone checks this anymore.
well, this will be the last update.
i know, long overdue and not necessary to be said.
this site was a place to let all my frustrations and anger out.
i place where i could admit how little i know about people and myself
and i could try to gain control of what i didn't think i had.
a lot of things have changed since i first started putting things here
my life has changed, my emotions and my soul i think
i think i'm finally becoming normal
new poetry page
(click here to see new musings)
euterpe - or music and lyric poetry
erato - poetry of love
polyhymnia - oratory and sacred poetry
clio - history
melpomene - tragedy
thalia - comedy
terpsichore - choral song and dance
urania - astronomy
laura - the muse of Petrarch, an italian poet
Fare you well, muses,.
mystyeyeddragon june 2005