Do I have sucker, chump, mindless consumer

Written on my forehead.

Do you think that it is fair to charge twice what the product is worth

Yet pay your staff minimum wage.


I tell you what.... swallow this... and I ain't talking about a bird, I'm talking about my bird.

You lose, I win.

Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds,
Languishing lazily within a dream,
Once together, but now lost forever,
In fading memory’s drifting stream.

We shared every pleasure, she and I,
Two girls embracing, love so sweet,
Tasting our butterflies and rosebuds,
Consuming our passion’s, *****-heat.

We explored all nature had to offer,
Sun-drenched glades, darkened woods,
Fantasising, and illicitly tantalising,
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds.

Mindless.
Everything we've had, to you,
It was mindless.
It meant nothing.
But you didn't bother to even mention how you felt,
I guess because you didn't feel anything at all.

Effortless.
Everything I felt and said, to you,
It was effortless.
I gave you everything until I was left with nothing.
I was too scared to mention how I felt, because I was afraid,
Afraid you wouldn't feel the same way at all.

Flawless.
Everything I saw in you,
It was flawless.
I fell in love with the way the corners of your eyes crinkled up when you smiled.
In love with the way you saw life, your humor,
The way you drove me wild.

Obvious.
All the warnings and red flags,
They were obvious.
But I was too stubborn to let you go until we were left with nothing.
Now, I find myself here, telling you how I feel, always a moment too late.


Happiness.
I am thankful for every moment spent with you,
It was pure happiness.
You taught me to be free and to find positivity in everything I could see.
I could never regret all that you gave to me.

Images.
All that's left now of us,
They are images.
But these memories, call me crazy, I wouldn't trade them for anything.
If they are all that I have left of you, at least I am left with something.
Even though truly what you left behind, in the end, amounted to nothing.



But oh well, I guess it was probably for the best.

Her father walks up the stairs with a new ******* his arm and yells, "Georgia, get me and this young lady something to drink!" Georgia grabs her walking stick and fumbles her way to the kitchen.  She feels her way to the refrigerator, and opens it. She sticks her hand inside and pulls out the cold cans, with plastic over the rim. She uses her cane and feels her way into the living room where he father usually is. She holds out the can as her father takes one. “WHAT IS THIS? YOU KNOW I DONT DRINK LIGHT BEER! CANT YOU READ!?”  She cries and stares at him with pleading eyes. She replies, “No.” He throws the beer back at her and she falls and starts trying to get her stuff together. The girl with her dad laughs. “Can I try?”
Her dad looks at her face and start chuckling. Georgia picks up her stuff and starts to leave. “No no no, stay here and play a game with us.” He takes the loose change from his pocket and starts throwing them at Georgia. He gives some to his new girl and she joins in. Georgia lays on the floor and cries as the quarters bruise her side. On the stairs her friend Garry is video taping.

After about 3 minuets of them laughing, drinking and throwing Georiga’s dad said, “ Sweetie its getting late Georiga should ger her rest she has school tomorrow.”
“Your no fun.” she replied, her words mended like Emma’s.
Emma. Georiga was wondering what her friends where hearing, what they where doing, as they hid in her room. She wondered if they would still be her friend, or if they would tell the police, or would they realize what messed up piece of trash she is and treat her like they relize she should be treated.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

You scribbled out my innocence
With poisoned ink
That flowed from your tongue
Lies wrapped in little green ribbons
Tumbling from the corners of your lips
Trickling down your chin
Until eventually,
You started tripping over them.