Popcorn Massacre 2007! |
So here goes...
Um, I'm makin' some popcorn, watchin' the wings, drinkin' a chocolate martini bouncin' on a yoga ball thingy, and chattin' wit the ladies. Four minutes and twenty seconds go by ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 13:30:00 GMT |
Killin' a part of me, that others love. |
Brief comment from the author, me.
This is something about me that NO ONE KNOWS. Or do they?
Drama. Webster's Definition-1) a literary compostion designed for theatrical presentation (the ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:34:00 GMT |
This is a test, this is only a test. |
I begin with a quote. "Today was a good day, ohah, dadadadaa" Dr. Dre.
I found a puzzle piece, one to myself. It was glorious I tell you, simply glorious! I smiled a bunch and ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 01:58:00 GMT |
A Piece of Me |
I'm not the woman I once was. A piece of me was taken and I don't know if I'll get it back. It hurts. I'm trying my damn'dest to be strong, but even that's begining to take it's toll...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 19:56:00 GMT |
Dark Soul |
Blackness covers my soul. Never again will it cross over to the light.
I think I'm beginning to like the darkness.
I let it creep over my skin, and crawl into my heart.
All the light has faded a...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:30:00 GMT |
Tears of freedom |
I weep because I feel.
Feeling too much, could cause flood damage. The soul can only take so much.
Too bad there wasn't insurance for that kind of emotion.
Letting go of you...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 04:44:00 GMT |
Lake Huron |
The water beckons me to bathe in it's beauty. I answer by walking slowly towards the waves, enjoying every step across the sand and rocks. At last I reach the water and let out a happy sig...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 00:50:00 GMT |
Cold and Numb |
Your shouts are like whispers, they fall upon my deaf ears. You've shouted so long, I can't hear myself think. You wonder why I have no response to your bitter lies and constent deceit, ye...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:04:00 GMT |
Teardrops |
Teardrops are like razors, tearing at my flesh. They rip and cut and shred my skin, still no blood is shed. Although the skin is free of the crimson fluid that sustains life, my soul is bl...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 18:15:00 GMT |
