Foolishly
Obliviously
Standing forlornly
Watching silently
Backs turned on me

It's nights like this I wish you were here

and it's times like this I wish you were still breathing

because I'm drowning in this deep abyss

suffocating and screaming while under the tide

I need you to pull me out and save me from this unknown sea

these creatures are terrifying and grabbing for me

I want to love and be so brave

but without you here; I'm lost and unlovable

It's nights like this I wish you were here

and it's times like this I wish you were still breathing

because I'm drowning without you

my dear love

I wrote you out word by word
hoping for half as much.
I saw in you what I wanted
paid in full.
Signing up for credit to afford you
going door to door for
bottles and change.
Digging deep to deserve you.
There was a moment
I thought I saw the same old thing
wrapped in your pretty package.
Then I looked out of myself
and saw inside you
and my words became
crayon scribbles
on the closet wall.
Your words poured into me
out of me, tears
lasting not a stitch
on my cheek
caught by your tongue
as our breath became one.

When you're done with crying,
You've got to get up and keep trying.
Fight with the demons inside,
Who make you feel like you want to die.
Feel like you're never good enough,
But you are, it's true.
So get up and try,
Go on and fight.

Like everyone else, these September downpours have me grumbling,
but secretly, I couldn't be happier.
Rain has come for me, my saviour from the skies,
Cautioning, encouraging restraint.
Thank you rain,
For hiding everything from everyone.
For masking tears,
Blurring fears,
And keeping me away.
I am still so vulnerable,
But I want to stay strong, and am trying so hard.
This downpour, this baptism,
Washes away weakness, and temptation,
And may tip the balance the right way;
Move me further from Summers' indulgence
Into abstinence, and resolve.
I am ever grateful to the Gods of Rain,
Who saw what I needed, and supplied,
They may save me from myself.

so many years older than me
first born
tragically...
he had five little sisters
he meant the world to me

I was 12 when he left me

Not really, he didn't leave
He was torn from my arms
in tragedy
There was no mystery
he lost his life to another
a driver, who was persecuted
to live and bear the insanity
of losing a mate
I might forgive, I might hate
but I live a half life without him
My brother ...

He'll never meet my family
My husband who he would never,
ever approved of but would have loved
because they both loved me

He never met his neices and nephews
because he was only 18
when he said goodbye
He never had his own
princes or princesses
he ended his years on earth
I like to think, on a high

But how high do you fly
when life had only just begun?
He had his baby sisters
like chicks in a nest
I often think he regrets
looking down on us
that he wasn't there
to prevent the pain
he witnessed when we found
a boy that hurt us
I like to think he'd be glorious
in his ire to avenge us
I know I'm not the only one

Gone from this earth too soon...

His Mum and Dad fractured
No parent  wants to bury their children
it doesn't seem right
but what kept them going
was their 5 daughters
as each goes on
then into the dark
they know they're not alone
He's there, holding the lantern
shining bright
welcolming them home
One by one
He's our light

I miss him every single
God ****** day!
It's been over  30 years
but what can I say?

Being a girl
that was a princess
to a soul so sweet
I miss him
with every heartbeat

Shatter the myth of life,
Laugh insanely for there
Is no soul except what
You have placed deep
Down your thoughts.

Shatter the cosmologies
Of western world, for
Your world in itself is the
Constellation of your
Reality, and the wilderness of

Your weird universe.