Now Playing: Like A Drug
You are my drug of choice
And I know of no rehab.
Your DT’s keep me awake at night
Thinking of you when I’m alone.
Remembering your touch
Your taste
Your scent.
The feel of you inside me.
I’m hooked on your drug
I crave a bigger fix.
But my supplier doesn’t want to provide
continually provides none the less.
Do you know I’m your junkie?
Will you kick me off the horse?
Can you supply me with more?
You know that my habit can only increase with time.
I fear no overdose
But rather the void.

Now Playing: What Gems
The Finest Gem he World Has Known
Is Not The Pearl The Sea Has Grown.
Tis’ Not The Diamond Crushed And Ground
These Aren’t The Nicest Gems Around.
It’s Many Facets Have A Grand Disguise
They Are The Sparkles In Your Eyes.

Now Playing: How can I lie to you?
Topic: Poetry
Now thread my voice
With lies
Of lightness
Force within
My mirror eyes
The cold disguise
Of sad and wise
Decisions.

Now Playing: LOVE
Topic: Poetry
Your space
Within me
Injects itself
Into my veins
Bitter the sting,
But sweet your wine
That drunkens me from time to time.

Now Playing: Mine
Topic: Poetry
You, you, you, you,
It’s all about you,
But.
The pain I feel is mine,
The anger I feel is mine,
The thoughts I think are mine,
The hand I hold is mine,
The thumb I suck is mine;
The nausea I feel in the pit of my stomach Is mine,
This headache is mine;
Mine, mine, mine.

Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Two Pink Lines
Topic: Poetry


Two Pink Lines
WHAM!
Slapped in the face,
By the future,
And the stick.
Two pink lines
Change my life forever -
The fickle finger of fate just flipped me off.
Says "this is what I think of your future plans..."
This is what I think...
Two Pink Lines ~
They'll change everything
Your emotions
Your body
Your life
Oh yeah, his too!
"I'll stand by you whatever you decide."
It sounds like what you think you want to hear.
But it's not.
Be a fucking man
Step up to the plate and make some god damn lemonade.
Oops. Wouldn't want to mix my metaphors
Let's just blame it on the hormones.
Yes I want the stereotypical "American Dream."
Cliche' but true.
The husband, house, kids, & dog.
Even the fucking carpool and PTA.
That's my "American Dream."
Dinner on the table when he gets home from work.
But I do want them in a certain order.
Can't I in this day and age of the
"Independent Woman"
Choose not to have the power suit and career?
Being a wife, mom, and good homemaker...
those are jobs too.
Damn hard ones at that.
Two Pink Lines
They can really screw with your head.
Where do two simple lines obtain such power?
To turn right side wrong?
The whole world upside down!
I mean, they don't DO anything.
They appear - or they don't.
They don't make sperm and egg connect... or unconnect
Either you already are not.
So why do you feel
Like you're waiting for your score on the LSAT'S?
Watching the color wash from left to right.
Eyes straining...
No, that's not two lines,
Yes, No, No, Yes, Yes, No,... REALLY?
I, uh, uh, how? (Okay, so I know how.)
When?
Why?
Then realization sinks in...
HOLY SHIT!
NO F-ING WAY -
Two Pink Lines
It can really mess with your day
especially when it's not planned.
A test you don't study for -
How cool is that?
It's really not as good as it sounds.
LSAT'S, mid-terms, and EPT'S
Results are always final.
No T.A. to sweet talk into changing the results.
Hell, in a manner of speaking
sweet talk is what got me into this -
(Or at least on my back.)
Two Pink Lines
It's not like racing home to show mom and Dad
Your report card as a kid.
Two Pink Lines -
A new life will flash before your eyes.
How do you share with him the results?
Do you just hand him the stick?
How will he react?
Two Pink Lines
And NOW I wonder how he really feels -
What is this?
Do I sit him down and say "we really need to talk"?
No,
Not those words.
Never those words.
Just leave it out on the bathroom counter
So he sees...
The Two Pink Lines?
And then "the talk."
Lives permantly altered.
For better or worse...
Two Pink Lines.

Now Playing: Scared
Topic: Poetry
I’m scared.
All my life I dreamed
I’d find someone like you
To fall I love with.
And now that it’s happened,
It’s as wonderful as I imagined,
It would be.
But there is a part of me that is scared…
Scared of being this happy
Scared that it just can’t last
It’s silly,
I know,
And I hope you’ll be patient
With me.
All I know is
That I want this
To go on forever.
Because I couldn’t
Stop loving you
If I tried.

Now Playing: Untitled
Topic: Poetry
I sit here dumbfounded
Confused as all hell
Emotionally torn –
Pulled left
& pulled right.
I love you
And hate you like no other
You are there at my time of need
Physically – that is
But I know
I know you don’t believe.
I ache.
I hurt.
I die.
Every time I think of it – it hurts more.
I trusted you.
I believed in you.
You don’t believe in me.
You don’t trust me.
I cannot do this
It rips at my soul
It makes my heart bleed.
I cannot live this kind of life
One with you in it
- Goodbye -

Now Playing: Greg
Topic: Poetry
You are the explosive celebration
Of my sunbursts
Every morning
You are what I whisper for
In my late, late nights
You are the symphony in my marble sunsets
You are the splendor & the glory
Of the dawning
Of my life.

Now Playing: Dino
Topic: Poetry



Eyes met and we knew
Physical gratification - not desired
In the future
Mutual awkwardness all day
Tension you just can’t admit
Blame it on anything else… social taboo
If you will
denying fate
gravitational pull
and now an unjust action - adds a wedge
more awkwardness, more tension, more desire
and an opening
permissible now
still not “appropriate”
inevitable none the less
an unplanned meeting
courage – alcohol induced
tension increased
check – no – checkmate
now knowing
not if, just a matter of when.