Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
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if it still beat.
I give you my blood
in an envelope.
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-ning to wake up
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For tears passed shed and long faded colors.
So many things all in one month.
And one bright hue awakened at dusk.
It's lent, mother Mary, what shall I give up?
I don't feel I'm ready to abandon a crutch.
Stay by me dear Savior and show me the way.
For the demons have found me and try to dissuade.
Far, far, away long gone is the time.
A family had four girls that cherished the light..
They were left with three to a chronic disease.
How young is too young to fall down and flee?
While mom buried daughter in a time of long sorrow,
No one felt right with the grief of tomorrow.
Her birth was still cherished when the days reached to hundreds.
A niece shed tears for an aunt she'd not met.
A child's dear mother felt the grip of the pain
Blood drenched tears hidden by blame.
Stay strong, little one your mother is safe.
But twice she must battle to reach her kind fate
In a family of many, two sons had been wed
Both would be tested, with sickness or death
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we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
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To tell you the truth honey, you're sitting in perfect's skin.
You, yes you, are perfect.
You're beautiful, no matter what anyone says.
You're not fat, ugly, too skinny, scrawny, you're drop dead gorgeous. Don't let anyone tell you different.
Don't change who you are for other people, it's not worth it. Someone out there is crazy about you, never let that go.
Live your life how you want to, isn't that what counts?
Life is a precious thing, it can be over in a instant. Make every second count. Live everyday like it's your last, because for all you know it could be.
Don't let people label you, you're YOU. And that's better than being someone else anyway.
Remember, someday, you're going to find someone who truly loves you for you.