Christmas

The table is set
The linen crisp
The food is cooked
But no one is home
The lights are all dark
The smiles false
The magic gone
Christmas is here
But it isn't at all.

home

Waking up
To brick walls
taupe halls
White window blinds
wooden floors
white doors
The train roaring by
car horns blaring
No snow to be found
On the paved ground
Alone in this room
The yellow walls
surround me
the glass, shear as ice
Explaining the temperature
The frigid air
chills me to the bone
Is this home?

Am I the problem?

My first boyfriend and I dated for two and half years. The girl he started going out with afterwards he is still with. My relationships since have been what many would consider "long term", but I'm starting to worry that its me. That I'm the problem. I'm not saying I don't recognize what I did wrong in these relationships that caused them to fail. Generally a failing relationship is a mutual thing. But what if I am THE problem. What if I am incapable of maintaining a stable relationship beyond a certain point? My dad seems incapable of maintaining relationships. He constantly complains about the people his is with. What if I'm headed down that path? What if my anxiety and insecurities eventually drive M.P. away too? =( He seems fine now, but... I don't know. I miss him.

Prism

People say that reading someone else's' writing
Is a way of staring into their mind
A way of seeing their exact thoughts
At an exact moment in time
A snapshot if you will
A snapshot of their mind
But is it?
Does this theory
Take into account characters?
Different mindsets?
Specific ideas or thoughts
With no relation to the remainder?
Can you only write about
What you have experienced?
Or can an author effectively pretend?
Create an illusion
Isn't that what fantasy writing is?
How many of you have
Actually seen a dragon?
Or levitated objects
With your mind?
And vampires?
Do I even need
To start on that one?
Where does the line between
reality and illusion truly exist?
On what plane?
In what time?
What is illusion?
What is reality?
Who am I?

Another really Sappy love poem with lots of enjambment

The magic of your spell
Caresses me in my sleep
And when I wake
To your warm embrace
The strength of your arms
Your crooked smile
To meet and kiss
To stare into
Your hazel eyes
Their golden glint
In a sea of green
Their gaze draws
From my lips
The words that
never before have
Ever been so true
And your reply
Confirms my single desire
To lay in your arms
My head against your chest
And nothing more

fear of living

My throat closes
My eyes squeeze tight
The panic sets in
Can you give a name
To what makes me jump
Why my voice goes high
Why my body tenses
And my sense of worth
Vanishes as I watch
Myself and everyone around us
Watch the movie go on
And cry myself to sleep
For never having a single part

Tomorrow

When I wake tomorrow
I will feel nothing more
Not the wind on my face
Nor your hand at my door
For when I go to sleep tonight
I will lay my head upon the block
And prepare for death's swift chop
And then no longer, no longer will I
Continue to exist upon this shore
And though it pains me to my core
To see your smiling face no more
Oh sorrow, sorrow, but alas now I go.

fear

The world is closing in on me now
I watch it spin, as it howls and screams
Threatening me with its horrible teeth
Breathing becomes harder
The air grows colder
As I feel it choking me
Intoxicating me with fear
Soon I'll be blinded by tears
I cannot escape
I must accept my fate
Or turn and flee
Risking all that could be
Crushing my chances
Condemning these dances
Throwing away your perfect embrace
As I look to my future
Alone and without a trace

Media Vita

The headphones are on
My computer buzzes
But I do not listen
I let the music crash
Over me in waves
Filling my body
Consuming my soul
The lines of melody
Ensnaring me
As the bass line caresses me
And then silence
My heart stops
And then the pause ends
The song more glorious than before
The indescribably beauty
It brings me to tears
Bids me tear my hair
And scream to God
Save me oh Lord!
For I have sinned!
What is your nature?
Are you the ensnaring melody?
Catching people
And bending them to your will?
Or are you the warm and powerful
Bass who holds it all
With a seemingly effortless breathe?
What is your nature?
Who are you, God that I worship?
Why do people compose such beauty
In your name alone?
Or do they compose it to a false God
And you wait in the shadows
Of the small theaters
And cry as the music washes over you too
Who are you, God of beautiful music?
Did you here their prayers?
Did you have the power to answer them?
And if you do, will you, can you answer mine?
What is the meaning of my life?
Am I meant to sing for you?
Am I meant to love for you?
Am I meant to teach for you?
Am I meant to kill for you?
Answer me! Here my prayer!
If I pour my voice out
Onto the open pavement
Will it be spared?
Or will you crush it with your fist?
Here me! God, God of music,
omnipresent and apathetic deity!
Some see you in nature
I hear you in the music
I feel you bend your head
And lean your ear down to listen
Why do humans love music?
Is it because you love it too?
Can you help me?
Help me, help me?
Fill me with music
Save me from the fallen
Those who have ceased to listen
The worshippers of not the bass line,
But bass beat.
Keep me safe, if that is your plan,
If you even care to have one,
Oh apathetic deity.
You are the fire that burns me
When I listen to the music
You start the passion
So then you must stay?
You must want to hear your handiwork
Listen to the music
Or has modern music made you cold
Angry at the monstroncities we now compose
But apathetic deity, these songs
With lack of detail and beauty
Still in simplest vulgarity
Worship you as well
Accept us cruel deity!
When will our music be enough?!
When will you let us rest?
Or as your servants
Are we never meant to cease
To perform for you,
Till the day we die?
I let the music crash
Over me in waves
Filling my body
Consuming my soul
The lines of melody
Ensnaring me
As the bass line caresses me
And then silence


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I did not expect this poem to turn out this way. I wrote what came into my head as I listened to "Media Vita"

Sappy love poem from a sleep-deprived mind

In the morning I awoke
Trembling and cold
Missing your warm embrace
To encircle you in my arms
The greatest of joy
Then fills my breast
And sends me high
In joyful heaven
As I rejoice at not finding
But at keeping, you

Regrets of Euphoria

At night I lie
Wide awake
Waiting in fear
For the dreams
That haunt me
As soon as I close my eyes
You're there.
Begging me, screaming at me
Tearing at my clothes
Telling me to come back
To stay, that I'm wrong
And he stays mute,
excluding what
He has already told me...
"Be happy".
"Make the decision that makes you happy."
And when I wake
Tears glaze my eyes
For I know now
What makes you happy
Does not make me happy
But he makes me happy
And though I feel sorry
And though I feel guilt
I have made the choice
That gives me no pain

A heart's surrender

In my heart
I feel complete surrender
Sweet surrender unto you
I clasp my hands
When I'm not near you
My head grows tired
My limbs begin to ache
But when I see you
My heart is warmed
And my mouth transforms
And smiles for you
Sappy love songs
Spring from my lips
As you reach down to kiss
And I feel completely contented
To lay in your arms
And listen to the drunks
Walking on by
I close my eyes
My mind is quiet now
And when they open
You are here with me

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WARNING: CONTAINS SAP!

the fear of smiling

Nausea rises in my stomach
The cause unknown
Is it because I'm flirting
With chance and despair
Allowing unbridled desire
To take hold of my mind
Leaving me lost
And without regret
Or do I fear
That I will cause
The end of something great
Again... and yet
I see no reason
To fear an end
To fear for the worst
Though my hobby,
Is pointless now
So as the nausea rises,
I smile.

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This is more than slightly a work in progress. When this ceases to become word vomit, it will lose this disclaimer.
Reveling in the present
Not thinking a

DREAM DIARY

Had a dream that she was biking to New York, and desperately trying to get to California or New York. She stopped in a beach town somewhere in Connecticut. She took off her shoes and placed her feet in the water. Then she started biking again. Her parents called her and she fell off her bike and hit the ground.

Logic of a Starved Mind

Why is my logic flawed?
Can you tell me why?
Are you telling me
To disbelieve my eyes?
How can I trust yours
If I can't trust mine?
Harsh you say? Perfectionist?
That's just not true!
I have a goal in mind
To fit a certain size
I will do it in time
Even if I have to die.

Window Pain

I'm sitting on the windowsill
With my back against the window
Let the cold soak in
Try to cool my heart
I look across the room to you
But I can't seem to meet your eye
Just can't bear to see you hurt
Especially knowing the reason why
If I could hold you in my arms,
I would.
You know I would if only I could
But I'm feeling lost
Too scared to take the leap
My heart beats fast,
But my mind moves slow
Can't cool this burning
This burning in my heart...
for you.
I'm sitting on the windowsill
With my back against the window
Let the cold soak in
Try to cool my heart
But it just won't chill
Just can't keep my distance
From you, from you.
If I could hold you in my arms,
I would.
You know I would if I could!
But I'm just so lost
Too scared to take the leap...
I'm sitting on the windowsill
With my back against the window.

The Dedication

Can you make a dedication?
Really? Really?
Something so insane!
Your actions crazy and wild
But you make me laugh
You make me smile
You hold me close
You don't let go
With you I can dream
And I can feel free
A world full of love
And yet free of pain.

whispering lies

In the dark of the night
Whispers will eat away my soul
But I'm not afraid
I won't give in!
I know the difference
I've seen the lines
I've walked them through and through.
I know the difference
Between love and desperation
Between hope and lies
I can tell the difference
I've seen the lines
I've read them too
And its a new day
New mistakes will be made,
But they won't involve you.

Answers

Close your eyes!
The bluebird whispered...
Feel the water between your toes
Take a walk in memory
Listen! To the wind
If you can't find
the answer there
Then the answer
Is not meant to be found
By any human
Of any kind

lost.

Desperately I try to find
The words to say what's on my mind
Can't decide between two kinds
Water drowning me in time
Soon there will be nothing left
Nothing to turn back to
And it will all be regret
Right now my mind is sanctuary
And to it I return
Tired, sobbing and weary.

The Solemn Vow

As I lie in confused misery
A thought begins to form
Free of life and practicality
You are my love, my darling
Seasons are changing
And despite my shortcomings
I’ll be there when you need me
When you want me, if you’ll have me
It was sealed with a slip
Of your oh so perfect lips
Of creatures ancient and old
The question returned with laughter
We too innocent for us to notice the hold
So as I stand at the crossroads
I turn back, and I smile
I know which way I’m going
Straight on my love, straight on

No fear of Pain

Why do I let you hurt me so?
Why can't I just let go?
oh don't answer!
Because I know.
Because you are gentle
And you are kind
And when I kiss your lips
My soul comes afire
But oh you hurt me so
So off I meander in my mind
To another place and another time
Where we can pretend we have a different fate
To love and be loved,
With no fear of pain
To love and be loved,
with no fear of pain.

--This is an attempt to use the lines:

To another time and another place
Where we can pretend we have a different fate

it also represents how i feel right now, but just a warning that I'll be using those lines again elsewhere more than likely

Philosophy and Toilets

I find that every time I have a serious emotional breakdown it is in a bathroom. It is within those sunken grey tiled cubicles that I question my life, what value if any it contains there-in, my relationships, my friends, and my reality. I think it goes back to how I hid in a bathroom while my dad told my mother he wanted a divorce. To me a bathroom is a safe-haven. A place where I can grieve, I can sing, I can laugh, and most importantly a place where I can think. Mind you, a lot of the thinking that happens during these bathroom breaks is not happy thinking. Think of it this way. It is a fact that most women analyze themselves most harshly (physically) when they are in the shower. What do showers and toilets have in common? They are both found in bathrooms. So maybe its not just me. Maybe women have emotional connections with bathrooms? Maybe throughout the ages women have developed a psychological link to where they bath and get ready for their "men". Shut up, feminists. We ALL do it. When we put on our make-up its never "for ourselves" like we claim. That's total bullshit! We put it on to make other women feel inferior (sorry, but its true, we are total bitches) and to make ourselves more attractive to the opposite sex. True, this DOES make us more confident, but why should we need a male's eyes glued to our ass for us to be confident? Okay. I've ranted off topic. The point is every time I go into a bathroom I re-evaluate my existence. And the long and short of it is, that has never been a good thing for me. Sometimes the math will add up to a positive mood, but lately that has failed to be the case. I think I might write more on this later.

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All is fair in love and war.

Yesterday morning I woke up. I looked in the mirror, and as usual, I died a little inside. In fact I died a little more so because I was constantly comparing myself to a friend who will remain coded as "K". K is blonde. K is a flirt. K is a size 2. K can (as was proven yesterday) manipulate me to the point where I don't know who I am anymore. We were driving down to a piercing parlor in Massachusetts so she could get her navel pierced. She wanted me to get mine done too. Once down their, after she'd done hers. I made the mistake of looking at the navel jewelry. I was curious, I was tempted. Her voice and the persuasion of the piercer got me into the chair. Once it was done I began to feel waves of regret wash over. And yet, because of Katie telling me how smashing it looked I couldn't tell her that I hated it. I got back to my dorm after telling Katie I couldn't keep hanging out with her that night, the first and only time I had stood up for myself that weekend.

I got back to my room and I cried. I drove my boyfriend, the wonderful and patient man that he is absolutely crazy by the end of the night. He loves me. But I've realized a very sad truth this morning. It used to be that he was the one who emotionally dragged me around. Now it is I who do this to him. I miss his emotions. I don't know what he has done with them. I assume he has hidden them from me, in an attempt to please me. But you see, sometimes when he'd cry I'd say, "oh dear god no! Please don't cry!" BUT THAT WASN'T BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THAT HE CRIED! It was because I knew he was crying because I had made him cry. That I, had said something, done something, that had pushed him over the edge. I miss him.

I wish I wasn't driving him away. i'm trying not to. I'm reading my psychology text for clues as to why. I try to calm myself down. I'm forcing myself to eat at least 2 meals a day, I know that my extreme diets drive him bonkers, and I'm focusing on not doing that. But I still drive him to the point where I think he'd rather I wasn't there.

I feel that even though I am a year older, ever since I've gone to college our ages have been switched. As if we are freshman and senior on the same plane instead of two different ones. He has gotten so wise and I have gotten so scared and lost. Is that simply what happens when you are freshman and you are senior? Is it an illusion or has a change taken place?

He is always supportive. He always says "I love you too". He kisses me on the forehead. He holds his hands on my hips and lets me lean my head against his shoulder. He is gentle, very gentle.

At 5am I figured out how to undo the navel ring. The relief I felt as I removed it was staggering. When I woke up this morning i nearly cried for joy. I jumped out of bed and looked in the mirror, and for the first time I saw a different girl in the mirror. A girl with hips, yes. But also a girl with a flat stomach, and strong muscled legs. A girl with a pretty smile, which balances out her slightly crooked nose. A girl with large brown eyes, that despite being brown look pretty. I think for the first time. Instead of seeing an image conjured out of hate. I saw me. It was a strange feeling actually liking the way you look. I'm still absorbing the shock from it.

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Austin asked me why I threw out the things that I wrote. I told him it was because they were crap. I can't resurrect the monologues I have been tossing and not posting. But I can post this one that was conceived this morning. And instead of being written down and tossed, was typed here.

Gypsy dreams

The Air smells of salt
And the cold wind
Brings it closer
I can sense them
The waves crashing
But they are not here
Why must the air torment me?
Why can't it content me?
Oh wind, sweet wind
Take me far away
Take me to the mountaintops
Where you often play!
Take me to the sea
And together you and me
Will dance upon the waves
And explore the hidden caves
Why must I be stuck to this earth?
Planted here by weight and gravity?
If only I could travel like the wind
Then contented I would be.

We are the World

Quiet is the way of the world
Grace and Virtue always sleeping

Violent is the way of the world
Anger and despair always watching

Happy is the way of the world
breezes and sunbeams constantly playing

Fearful is the way of the world
The arms of the abused bashed and bleeding

Gentle is the way of the world
With warmth and peace smiling freely

Chaos is the way of the world
with fires burning and madness increasing

Peace is the the way of the world
In dreams and holidays while people are weeping

Everything is the way of the world
Constantly changing, and swiftly returning

Define Profound

I wanted to write something beautiful
I wanted to write something profound
I wanted to tell the world that I loved you
Shout it from the rooftops, let the echos abound
I wanted to sing my heart out
I wanted the night to never end
I wanted to be with you forever,
And I still do, baby, I still do

This isn't something profound
Most likely, it isn't beautiful
But I wrote it from the heart
I feel it burning in my soul
And I hear that's all that should matter
So I'm packing up my heart
Placing it in a box marked fragile
And I'm sending it to you

Flesh and Blood

I"m not a piece of paper
That you can tar apart with your pen
I'm flesh and blood
Remember that
I'm flesh and bood
If you use me like a diary
Don't be surprised
when I spend my nights crying
I'm flesh and blood
Remember that
I'm flesh and blood.

The paper you write on
If it could speak
Would be sobbing
Making the ink run
So why are you surprised
When I cry dear?
When I cry dear?

I'm not a piece of paper
That you can mark up with your pen
I'm flesh and blood
Remember that
I"m flesh and blood
My ears hear, my mouth can scream
And my eyes can certainly see
See what you are
See what you are

The paper you write on
If it could speak
Would be sobbing
Making the ink run
So why are you surprised
When I cry dear?
When I cry dear?

I'm not a piece of paper
That you can mark up with your pen
I'm flesh and blood
Remember that
I"m flesh and blood

I'm not a piece of paper
That you can mark up with your pen
I'm flesh and blood
Remember that
I"m flesh and blood

The Method

There is a method to the madness
There is a pattern in the darkness
Don't ask me to explain it
Even I don't yet understand
But I know I soon will
These feelings, these emotions
I can harness them, use them
In ways nobody could ever imagine
There is a method to the madness
There is a pattern in the darkness
Can't you see the colors?
The way they swirl and dance
They are dancing for you!
Won't you dance in the lights
And tell the darkness goodbye
Banish it from your heart
I told you I'd find a way
These feelings, these emotions
I can harness them, use them
In ways nobody could ever imagine
And you can too, And you can too
There is a method to the madness
There is a pattern to the darkness
Take my hand and you'll understand
There is a method to the madness
There is a pattern in the darkness
Just take my hand... then you'll understand

The Sweetest Perfection

The sweetest perfection
you cannot deny
It is all that I find...

in the magic of your kiss
The softness of your lips
the power, the warmth of your mouth
With one touch you've caught me

In the sweetest perfection
I cannot deny
It is what anyone would find...

Your eyes send me soaring
Lifted off to heaven
tearing me from the ground
Two chocolate spheres
So perfect, they give me pause
Deeper than any ocean
Warmer than any fire
They pull me in
And then your arms hold me close
Your mouth whispers
My mouth smiles

The sweetest perfection
You cannot deny
That I am trapped here in heaven
By your sweetest perfection

Till Kingdom Come

Desperation tries my mind
As much as I would like to hide

The pain it builds
Like an ocean it fills

the cracks and crevices
My thoughts quite devilish

Swim through the pain
Swim through the sorrow
Bring on the rain
Bring on tomorrow

I will fight for you
until my dying breath
And then my soul
will wait for you, my love
On the edge of oblivion
Watching, waiting
Never sleeping
For that fateful day
When we reunited
will stand against the tide

I love you

I taste the acid in my mouth
I feel the tears run down my face
My breathing goes ragged
My heart races... is this love?

I hear your voice
How it breaks
Sobs racking your frame
Your tears falling... is this love?

I cannot doubt
That how I feel is strong
But maybe it is wrong?
But I know... that this is love

Despite how much we hurt
How my anger tears at your soul
How your sorrow eats at my mind
Like Cathy and Heathcliffe... this is love

---note----

The reference to Wuthering Heights is to show lovers who cause eachother sorrow, even though they do love each other. I am in no way implying beatings etc. And other such nonsense mentioned in Wuthering Heights.

Silence

Silence eats away at my soul
Driving me into the dark
Far far beneath the surface of my mind
the grey matter fills my lungs
suffocating me, drowning me
A word from you would save me
But a word you will not give
So I die with you not shedding a tear

water

Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
I hear it drip
I hear it plink
And yet still not a drop to drink?
I follow the sound
To its source
Plink plink
But where might that source be?
Plink plink, plink plink
Maddening the search becomes
I spin, I run, I peer, I scream
But as I turn I catch a glance
My reflection in the glass
plink plink plink plink
Tears falling everywhere
But still not a drop to drink

Death

Death comes swiftly
Death comes quietly
Death comes slowly
Death comes violently
But why oh why won't he come to me?
Should I smoke the cigarettes?
Should I drink the liquor?
Eat laxative and puke blood?
I don't want to die
But today I don't want to live
And when that is the answer
Only one thing is certain
Pick up the bottle
Drop the phone
Ban the tears
Rip your heart out
Watch it beat in your hand
Die.

Falling

The best days start off early
Never midway, never gently setting in,
But entering with a violent rush
Instantaneously the nausea sets in
Nerves snapping like sparklers
Butterflies eating me from the inside
Haven't felt this scared in so long
Haven't felt this safe in so long
To be held in your arms
Its almost more than I can bare
A kiss, a painful heaven
A perfection I know I can't keep
My heart beats
My shoulders shake
You make me go crazy
So please, let me hold your hand?


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Old Poem New Home

Me

So I sit here bathed in a veil of tears
Lost, alone, afraid
All because I wandered away
Because I wasn't strong enough to say
I'm scared of losing you
Scared of dieing
Scared of the calories lurking in that bottle
Scared... that you'll leave me
Scared that you are too perfect for me

I look in the mirror
Stare and weep
Diets aren't working
And running's lost its charm
The toilet calls with whispered promises that I know it won't keep...
You say I'm too good for you, well I know the truth...

My mind is a vortex filled with anger and fear
Nothing is certain in that sphere
You are so logical, you wouldn't understand
The horror I feel as you touch my shoulders
The fear that you'll suddenly step back and see...
me... me as I see me

So I sit here bathed in a veil of tears
Lost, alone, afraid
All because I wandered away
Because I wasn't strong enough to say
I'm scared of losing you
Scared of dieing
Scared of the calories lurking in that bottle
Scared... that you'll leave me
Scared that you are too perfect for me

The me in the mirror
The me in the shadows
The girl that sits on the edge of her bed and dies...
a little... each time... she realizes that
nothing is working
not this time...
oh god, how on earth can you love... me?


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OLD POEM NEW HOME

Sax

I step inside
Slide out of my skin
Feel it slither to the ground
Leaving me bare, cold, and alone
The music calls me
From my icy dream
Her metal skin
Colder than mine
Merges with me until
We become one
She, the voice
I, the listener and puppeteer
Together we create
A sound that,
though not legendary
And possibly even terrible
Will last in my soul forever
Emblazoned there for all eternity
For as long as man longs
to step outside of his skin
And let the music surge into his soul
In order to become greater than himself


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OLD POEM NEW HOME

A Match Made in Hell

If you're the King of Drama, then I'm its Queen
This was a romance born in hell
Every time we talk we're both in tears
Dare I expect any change?

We walk down the street
holding each other's hands
can't let go, for fear of offendin'
though I only wanta scratch my head

I watch your eyes
Searching for the signs
Wait! Hold up!!!
Did you just look that girl up and down?
Guess your sleepin' on the couch tonight

I love you, my darling
You love me too,
but we're the King and Queen of Drama
A match made in hell



NOTE- I sang this to myself yesterday morning to a blues rhythm that I can no longer remember correctly. When I do I will finish it. For now it stands as a strange quatrain.

ANOTHER NOTE- I wrote some more to it singing it out while snapping my fingers... I'm changing the title from "Kingdom come, they will be done" to "A Match Made in Hell"

The Unfortunate Truth

I do this everytime
No need to make it rhyme
I fuck it up
I drive them far
Far away
I turn their love
Into hate
I make them regret
Every kiss
Make them want to spit
I don't know why
Why I'm this way
I couldn't tell you if I tried
I try to be perfect
To take all the weight
To never be angry
Accept hardship as fate
But then I snap
And low and behold
The result is horrific,
Or so I'm told
I drive them insane
Twist their words
Follow their eyes
Paranoid for any lies
And though every time
I don't want to lose them
This time its different
This time it hurts
I don't want to lose him
Not this one, not this time
I love him too much
And I'm driving him away

English Lies

There is nothing more cold
And nothing more sweet
Than a lie...
Dripping in ice cold honesty
They said I should be guarded
They said it was a scam
But I still let myself be fooled by your sham
The words always obey
Flow perfectly from your pen
I knew I shouldn't listen
Should've plugged my ears and fled
But instead I smiled and I cried
And watched the words dance
For that is what they do for you
You make the English dance
But here I am
Trying to get the words to betray
All this pain, from all these lies
And I find they still want to side
With you, my darling, you little enchanter
The words would rather listen to you any day
But for now let me say,
I am holding the pen
And in ink these words shall hold.

An Ode to a washing machine

Oh washing machine
How you shake and rattle
Every once and a while, wheezing
Straining beneath your load
But you never complain
At least not while I am within hearing
And for that
I have to say
You are my best appliance
For you keep my clothes nice and fresh
So I do not smell like wombat dung
So thank you thank you thank you
Oh beautiful work of machinery
You work all day and well into the night
Just to save me some time
For I could wash my own clothes without you
But it just wouldn't be the same
Oh washing machine
Oh washing machine
How I adore you
You make my life
100 times easier, if only water were free.

A reply to Astralceldona

There is nothing in the world
That makes me want to cry
More than you...
For, in truth, I love you
But through all the pain
The lies
the accusations
Why do I still love you?
How do I still love you?
Is it some sick masochistic joke
Or---
Am I----
Irreparably and irrevocably in love?
How does this happen?
What are cupid's criteria
For his deadly sting?
Punishment
Reward
Fault... fault for inaction?
Inaction of what?
I played the game
I rolled the dice
And though I did think twice
It wasn't enough
Cupid's arrow struck
And now its too late
I can't escape my fate
So I drown myself in tears
And I lie in wait
For the day, you come back to me.