Weekend

I am so glad Friday finally got here... The work week should be made up of Monday then Friday...lol All the other days just get in the way, esp Wednesday, hump day, it just prolongs the coming of Friday. I have never like Wednesday, never will. I have always consider Sunday my day to recover from Friday and Saturdays events. Events that use to involve a lot of happiness that only comes from bottles...lol Even now, I still lay around on Sundays, even though I hardly drink any more. I guess old habits are hard to break....

Shadows

No sun shines for me,

my world so dark and dreary.

Only shadows in my darkness live,

floating like butterflies on the wind.

Their voices like whispers in a crowd,

they long to yell and to shout.

They are trapped and can never be free,

for they are all a part of me.

The shadows, my memories, like butterflies,

if I sit still,

one may stop by.

Shall I face these shadowy fears,

who gather and feast upon my tears.

Alone, I often dread,

for they buzz and swarm inside my head.

My world, I thought forever night,

but there can be no shadows,

without light.

Devoured

Confusion clouds my days,

I struggle in the web you've made.

Woven strong from your lies,

sparkling with the tears I have cried.

Your venom, deceit, burns within,

slowly you devour me,

lovingly, until the end.

Truth, like a breeze, stirs the web,

Whispering softly "without me, you to are dead."

Flying Beauties I captured with my Camera...

Lovely Addiction

My Universe,

your touch,

sparked its creation.

My Soul yours,

my heart,

you have already taken.

Desire burns,

raw,

basic,

consuming all rational thinking.

Wanting,

needing,

to be with you,

my lovely addiction.

You are my constant,

in this world of forever change.

Game Over

I can't play this game any more,

something's gone wrong, wrong at the core.

This relationship is leaving us both,

too broken and too sore,

we have both ran out of lives, striving for the highest score.

The storm clouds gather in our eyes,

our words are thunderous in the night.

We both should exit this ride,

unhappily roller coastering through our lives.

Keep your heart inside at all times,

hidden by fake smiles and lies.

No amusement left, for us, in this park,

when love's flame between us, has grown cold and dark.

Spiral Notebook

I wrote words for you, on the page of a spiral notebook.

All the things I wanted to say, but couldn't.

My heart I poured upon the cheap white paper.

I wrote in red, the color of my passion.

I feverishly scribbled down all the feelings in my heart.

Every word with thoughts of you,

the intoxicating taste of your mouth,

how I longed to taste every inch of you.

Every curve and line of your body, a masterpiece,

as if chiseled in marble by an artesan.

I tore the page from the spiral notebook,

such a ragged edge,

how ragged I must seem,

against your complete and utter perfection.