I know these are elementary at best...many from my 'i am so depeche-ed' era...but they served their purpose. The 'new stuff' is really just stuff i never posted...trying to spare some people's feelings...others just never made it. Enjoy.
Blame
If i touch my cheek i can still feel where he would hit me
Nursery Rhyme
maybe i stopped wishing or maybe there wasn't anything to wish upon
Road Map
As my victims know..there is no road map to me...no secret code book
Love vs. Safety
we make choices...
and sometimes the thing that should win out, doesn't...
sometimes it's just not enough
Rice Paper Candy
To Jay...
Free Write
written one night after too much to drink
Weak
two words, when spoken by the right voice,
hold all the power over the weak minded
We
a murder-suicide...over and over again
Touch
i think i've gone too far in showing you my thoughts...
forgive me if i go hide.
Pillow Promises
she use to hold the poison apple...
and i took without even a thought.
A Whore's Regret
definatly going to have to hide under my blanket soon.
Fairy Tale...
the unforgivable sin...the biggest lie
Spin
even though as i got older i put on tall shoes and lipstick...
it doesn't make me any less of a little girl spinning out of control...
i just disguise it better...or do i?
1/16/99
Former Lover's Hate
Just call me bitter...i don't care.
But while he takes back his promises...i keep mine...
just further defining what i mean by them.
12/19/98
Promises and Music
it's easier to hate than to love one who doesn't love you...
but even though the world tells you to forget him...
you can't help but miss every moment you guys spent together
11/26/98
Nights Wrapped in Nothingness
sometimes i just want a hand to hold at 3am when the world is asleep...
...but no one is there and i define alone...
11/26/98
Apathy in a Bottle
we look for comfort anywhere we can...
not caring anymore who disapproves or who will hate you
because they don't wake up in your skin and they don't live in your mind
11/26/98
hello goodbye
written probably 2 years ago or more....but still...well it fits...
9/30/98
fabricated reality
perceptions change....we get a new pair of shoes and the world looks a lot different
9/30/98 (my birthday)
Everyday Forever Girl
sometimes one doesn't know the eternity of forever
they can only cheapen it like a two cent whore
Iron Claws
needing so bad to be respected and accepted
that i expose my soul to those unworthy....
(added 7/13/98)
Shoes and Socks Make Me Shallow
started as a creative writing project...observation poem of sorts...
gave me an outlet to finally express feelings of a relationship from long ago...(added 6/3)
Europeans came to the now United States, tried to destroy a culture and now we display it in cold boxes...and this is a culture that is not yet dead. How eerie is that? This is in response to a poem by Diane Di Prima, "American Indian Art: Form and Tradition"(added 6/3)
The Wall
trying to love through a barrier of fears (added 5/30)
No Words
having nothing to say so not even trying (added 5/30)
Color
...living life differently...(added 5/21)
Peace in a Knife
peace. who's to say if it's 'right' or not...
Untitled
i don't know why....but this on hits hard...*shrugs*
Anger
the passing of hatred
Forever?
when one person moves on and the other wonders what happened to forever
Lying in a Field
isolated and trying to figure out life...
but more importantly...myself
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So there you have it...there is me. More to come...
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