Tuesday, September 29, 2015


Lithium headaches give me a rush.

You hoard your love like it's a game.
Better keep hoarding or you'll soon run out.
The factory is out of business.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Delusional Mental Breaks

You must be delusional not to see what you have. 

I hope you realize it someday. 
You're not going to though until it's gone. 

Locking up for Business

Sometimes I give until I'm completely sold out. 
I have to lock up my doors and close down my shop. 

There is no inventory coming in, only people stealing my goods behind my back.

Trust has failed me many times before.
I trust that you will be my friend.
I trust that you will be there for me.
I trust that we have a mutual agreement...
Signed in blood. 

However, you chose time again to break the trust.
You say we're transparent, however, these walls are solid as brick. 
I can't see through and I can't get through. 

Looks like my doors will stay closed. 

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Eating my Dids

Eating apple pie, drinking pumpkin coffee, singing silly songs;
Counting cars that go by, dreaming psychedelic dreams, asking for a sign, praying for a miracle;
Becoming invisible, wishing my didn'ts, eating my dids, having my cake and eating yours too. 

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Friday, August 21, 2015

Lost Promises

I'm trying to imagine what I was promised.  I know I was always told working hard would pay off, oh and if a door closes another opens.  I'm warned you have to really look for that next open door.  I can never seem to find it.  Maybe it's in a portal with a secret key. 

I'll be looking for that key at your birthday party.
I'll wear my best gown. 
My husband will wear shorts and not understand the concept of looking for the key to the portal. 

I won't wear underwear and call myself liberated. 
Then we will find the key to the closed door. 
Eventually all those promises will come true. 
Or I will be always searching for the key. 

In the asylum I'll talk about keys and how they open all those locked doors of opportunity and success. 
The nurses will up my meds one by one until I'm in a coma. 
Only then will I be able to imagine that all the work really paid off.