I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

1993 you gave birth to me, sweet little baby girl had the world at my feet, before I could even stand.
Cradled me in your right and your left hand a precious bundle of un-made plans.
Hopes and dreams of bigger things, a bright future so it seemed
But that light grew a little less bright as I grew up we began to fight.
When I was 13 I was so **** mean, running away had nothing more to say then I hate you.
But that's not true now
I just don't, I just don't, I just don't know how to say;

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

You never talk about me to your friends
Because you must be so embarrassed
I dropped out of college without any plans; I moved back home I couldn't even pay rent.
I was living on your couch trying to figure it out, cutting myself up, tearing myself down.

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

I'm sorry that I couldn't buy you that house upon that hill
Or take care of all your medical bills
I know I didn't make you proud; I should've been someone by now but I never figured out how
I'm sorry that I couldn't buy you that house upon that hill
Or take care of all your medical bills
I know I didn't make you proud; I should've been someone by now but I never figured out how

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together...

I'm sorry mom and dad I know I've messed up bad, I should've, should've done, should've done better.
I'm sorry mom and dad for all the time I had to get my life, to get my life together, but I didn't

Sincerely, Your Daughter

This is how our story began
Not once upon a time,
but just hidden in the lines
And circles that surrounded all our crimes,
A CYCLE OF PSYCHOPATHIC LOVE THAT ALL THESE OTHERS POETS FAILED TO DESCRIBE
Sometimes I but wonder how I out-matched the world in terms of defining Love
Take it this way;
IF I GAVE YOU MY HEART IN AN ENVELOPE, WOULD YOU RETURN IT BACK OR WOULD YOU KEEP IT SAFE BESIDES YOUR HEART?  
I am here to talk about Art; you see
But you know you're a masterpiece in my Gallery
Ooh so but poor, I have no Masters but I am a Mastermind
And I hope you dont mind if I take you to a place where the Monsters hide
cause I plan on making you not only a bride!
I just grab my pen and rhyme about my serial killer girlfr'nd that loves to play with her knives
CAUSE THE WORDS "i love you" IN THIS GENERATION ARE SO OUT OF FASHION, RATHER YOU SHOW IT BY ALL YOUR ACTIONS
I took my serial killer girlfr'nd in on a date at my place
I took my kitchen knife
and told her to end my life
just to die happy by her side!

Life is a complex puzzle
That is full of lost pieces.
Every day you try to look
Your number of them increases.

You don't need a picture
To see where to put them.
That's like putting leaves
Back on a broken stem.

People of
Reposition
Men of
Calm
Islands of
Immunity
Centuries
Palm
Keepers of
Kingdoms
Regents of
Sight
Pilgrims of
Pugilance
Nomads
Delight
Seekers of
Solitude
Freedom
Within
Sages with
Sustenance
Queens on
The wind
Dogmas of
Certainty
Knights of
The sword
Prisoners of
Dignity
All caught,
—by the word!

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)
'An Anthology Of Perception Vol #1'

they said after the fire
comes rebirth.

but I'm no phoenix.
flamingos don't rise from the ashes.

they burn.

Far and few between
are my problems
but I knew that.
The endless queue for this
and that, it just grew
Into a squabbling line
I just knew.
Red faces, fast paces
screaming insults
Stamping feet, undone laces
not saving graces.
I just knew
I peel the vegetables
the floor is splattered
with peelings, not in my bowl
where they are meant to go.
oh no, the air is blue
I just knew.
The road is nose to tail
from beginning to end
would be quicker to mail
what I have to send.
I just knew
It is true I just knew.

I'm still in your notebook
Long after you've left
My page remains
Being open was hard for you
I get that
Not all of us can bare to share
But I pushed you away
For that I'm sorry
If you ever need me again
I'll still remain in your notebook