Orpahned |
This is, in general, a difficult thing to write. Tonight I was present at what brought to a close the past 7 years of my life. The Orphans played their last show ever in Long Beach. There was a bitt...
Posted by Miss Erika on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:29:00 PST |
Keep Them Coming |
I really don't know what to write at this point. It was just several days ago that I received news that my grandfather is dying, being eaten quite entirely by his cancer. And the very thought of...
Posted by Miss Erika on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:50:00 PST |
My Little Innocent |
My nephew, Isaiah, died today. His little body expired in such a way that no young one should. Surely he has been dealt a raw deal in his eight years. I find myself aching with an overwhelming grief. ...
Posted by Miss Erika on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 10:36:00 PST |
My Father |
The shadow returned today. As before, he lurked in my peripheral and was lost quickly in the towel hanging on the bathroom door. He's become a recurring presence in these times in my life where death ...
Posted by Miss Erika on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 09:37:00 PST |
New shit after all this time |
I'm a broken righter I'm a solver of other's troubles The situations that plague others Don't consume me Like my own Today I ate my depression for you While I listened to the marriage di...
Posted by Miss Erika on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 09:44:00 PST |
Astral Fire Revision 1 |
For years
The Light was hidden from me
Wrapped in Astral blankets
Through incredible darkness
I traveled
Harmful and desperate
It was painful cold before
The fire didn't burn strong eno...
Posted by Miss Erika on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 11:22:00 PST |
Caddy Girls |
Caddy girls
You make me laugh
Laugh at your pretty
Insecure
Faces
I never had moves like you
Moves that were jerky and retarded
Moves that were so subliminal
That only dogs and retards could...
Posted by Miss Erika on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 08:19:00 PST |
Time |
There was a time when I was into the idea of being in love
That time I remember when I look at my scarred arms
There was time when I looked affectionately at him
That time I remember when I sit...
Posted by Miss Erika on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 12:07:00 PST |
Running the Other Way |
Sitting here at the computer
Drinking.
Alone.
Tired.
Why did you say you love me?
Why didn't you say to get the hell out?
Why did you touch me like that?
Deep inside, under my skin.
A sc...
Posted by Miss Erika on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:52:00 PST |
My Dad and Me |
Today was one of the most progressive days in the relationship of me and my father that I can remember since he got sober and came back into my life when I was nine. I got up this morning pretty hung ...
Posted by Miss Erika on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:02:00 PST |
