Like trying to read braile handlessly,

i'm searching your words for meaning

reaching only the conclusion

of carelessness wrapped in a

pretty little box.

And as picture perfect as it seemed,

the ends were frayed,

the walls had holes

forever leaving an escape route

at my disposal.

Her thoughts became clear. She knew, deep down to her core, just exactly what she wanted and eventually she'd have it. It was just that patience was the key, but unfortunately that was one thing that she lacked. Like a lonely missing piece to a hundred piece jig-saw puzzle that was mistakenly tossed out with the trash. Patience was simply not a virtue she possessed nor saw the value in. She lived for the now, the here, the present. Sitting around hoping and waiting for something to happened seemed cowardly. Just go out and get it! Reach both hands out and take what you want! Why wait?

Me.

You kept searching for another curtain

 

to draw back in order to find the real me,

 

but you never seemed to realize that the scattered

 

broken pieces at your feet.....

 

 

 

...were me.

All the wrong things

 

 

 

 

Moving like water

but breaking like glass

tangled in thoughts dipped in untold truths

and memories strong enough

I still taste them on my lips.

All the wrong things soaked in gasoline

catch fire

as I lay here in this bed

of guiltless twisted lies

but like this flame

i'm to blame

for letting them pass by.

Favorite overdose

 

Sweetheart, I'm going to break you,

send you right over the edge

and teach you how it feels

when you play inside my head.

I'll be your addictive little drug

laced in a pretty little dress.

I'll wear a halo and a shotgun

we'll put temptation to the test.

You'll say you want to relapse

as my lips dance so close,

I'll be you favorite heart attack,

your favorite overdose.

Happily Never After

 

Drifting slowly down the rabbit hole

           k

             i

               s

                 s

                    me quick  before I fall like sleeping beauty to my doom.

Effortlessly you say

      "I know my love"

              yet disappear into

                      the

             night.

And the white horse

         that you rode in on

               has followed in

                       your

              tracks.

My head and hand begin to   s   h    a   k  e

as i hold this temptress apple

I remember

  EaRtHqUaKe dreams of you

but like this hopeless fairytale

they'll just never

come

true.

 



I spilled the wine, but you spilled your heart.

As straight as the lines

between the tiles on the floor,

where I spilled the wine

and you spilled your heart.

i'm walking home alone tonight

i'm up for a thrill

the moon

on my face like a spotlight

on my lies

the wind

through my hair spreading

all my secrets.

And with eyes down i carry on

drifting into the night.

The Painter

The Painter sits alone now,

in a cold dark room.

Remembering the colors of their love

and the girl who believed its was true

So cunning and cleaver he was

yet deception filled his brush as

drops of water ran down like rain

and the elusive colors washed away.

Although he tries to salvage whats left,

he, alone, sits without paint

for there is no one to believe

his painted veil of lies.

There's no scene which he could paint,

no portrait worth a glance,

no heart

left to break.

Hacked?! Here we go Part II

Well...since my last email was hacked into and now the password is ''changed'' I can no longer get access into my first blog.."The flame that burns me"..... sooooooo this is the "Part II" version. Cheers.