I gave in to you countless times. Even when I knew I shouldn't and it wasn't fair The guilt of putting my foot down dissolves my spine. My boundaries crumbling from such little wear. I all but begged for my minimum, but you hand the same lines It's exhausting being devoted to someone who isn't there. At first, when I made my feelings clear, there used to be push-back. But I had to accept your decisions with no discussion...

As I sit and watch the day begin I realize I have been here for some time A peace connects with my soul Time is standing still I don't think of the cancer growing in my body I don't think of being alone I remember all the good I have seen All the smiles and laughter I have shared A new chapter in my life has started How do I accept and not question How do I take control I don't want to walk alone I am scared Time is stand...

On boulevards of broken dreams where the sidewalk ends touched again by memories only to end as a fantasy with a broken heart and wrinkle nose from the incense, I suppose, knowing how this symphony ends on boulevards of broken dreams

When the world is at odds look at smiles from a tea box it doesn't cost but a penny but worth much more and can cure a broken smile with soft whispers from the heart and a kiss in the floating mist when the world is at odds When your soul is at odds seek the silent pieces that soothe the secret spaces where strange beauty resides hidden virtues that surprise the eyes back into peace and correct misguided paths when your s...

Memories of conversations and a penny's worth of sawdust. Is there a heaven? Mom said there was. With unicorns and porch swings. She would take me in her arms and hug me. Touching my cheek with her tears as she passed, with a penny's worth of sawdust in her hair. Among the memories of wood shavings on the floor. Now she is in heaven with "the carpenter's son."

How can I say goodbye? How can I let you go? You have brought me comfort When I needed it most. Though I can never thank you Your legacy will live on Though you have gone away. I cannot help missing you I cannot stop the pain I feel Your voice still calls to me Each time I see your face. Fly high, my savior, Save the skies from woe While I await our reunion Whenever that may be.

Death takes no middle ground I might as well be a ghost running helter skelter between late and early past my epithet as I pull a rabbit out of the hat feeling not afraid but pocket lint has no place in my soul or emptiness leaving me half full

I’ve walked in darkness my whole life. Each day I wake up and wonder if today is the day I will slip away into the darkness – then resolve, like an alcoholic, that I will hold out for just one more day. Death is my addiction, and I work to hold it off every day. People talk casually about being depressed. Therapists correct that and say rather that it is living with depression. Churchill, who struggled with depression mos...

My soul is my gothic violin with the bow of the picador played softly in solo in the world of my dark oyster warming my marrows blood running cold in a caravan with a melody of strings and the madness it brings fathoms deep among the dead... my soul is my gothic violin

You lied to me, spinning tales so grand. You mistreated me, leaving scars on my hands. You promised me things you had no right to You let me love and hate you and told me we were through. You made plans time and again and never showed. You tried to appease me, but your excuses never slowed. You made me laugh and once upon a time loved me. You were intelligent and funny and made me free. You tricked my mind into believing...

Moonlight dancing over silent waters gently flowing over soft quarters across stones and leaves of caravels cascading over the water mill of my mind as heaven in all its glory shines lighting the golden pond with the water that has past gently flowing over soft quarters moonlight dancing over silent waters

Hate those restaurants, where you have to taste the wine before accepting the bottle! Last time I went on a posh dinner date, I ordered Filipino-style roast pork belly! As the waitress served our meal, I couldn’t help noticing there was no ketchup on the table! I asked the waitress, “Excuse me, but do you have any tomato ketchup?” ‘I’ll fetch you some madame.’ Moments later the waitress re-appeared and placed a tiny dish...

Beyond the realm of dawn's twilight where wind makers bring sighs soaring with angels reaching the sky as the stars resemble lamp-lighters and the dream-maker stands as old as the treebeard

An Asian beauty bathed, in the light of the moon. Broke many a man's heart. Took lives too soon. Treacherous mistress, from the very start. We tried to tame her and got a boot to the heart. Star-filled sky wasn’t a romantic sign. Just meant more young brothers were bound to die. Proud brothers all bled in our hell. She whispers in your ear. You're back under her spell. Caught tight in her claws. Her unwanted caress, holdi...

Evermore forever the rainbow no darkness between my feet only the sun and memories to rejoice your voice from crimson fields of your lips and mascara shade of your smile beneath the willows of butterflies dreaming