It’s funny how I always end up here, on Broadmor street. Every time I feel more pain than I can handle I drive to my old house to end it, or maybe for a second to breath since I never end up doing it. I’m afraid to say these things out loud, but then I … Continue reading Homesick
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Blank
Who am I, do I matter, do I exist? Most days it doesn’t feel like it. Most days I don’t feel like a person at all. Just a machine, rolling through the months on autopilot. I don’t understand how it got this way. A little girl with big eyes and big dreams wouldn’t recognize herself … Continue reading Blank
Wildfire
I’ve been misunderstood when I tried to be everything I could. My name, dragged through the mud and now there’s too much bad blood. I have ex’s who claim I’m cold and cruel, shallow and toxic but really my touch was just too hypnotic. I can’t sit here and play the angel when I know … Continue reading Wildfire
Dear Lover,
You ask me why I’m such a cynic, why I don’t think about our future, why I’m so cold. Because all love stories end the same, morose way. I told you from the start I didn’t believe in love, I told you my heart was out of service. You don’t listen when I say I’ve … Continue reading Dear Lover,
Crash
The world went dark on impact. I opened my eyes and everything had changed. Smoke filled my lungs from my vehicle and I couldn’t tell you where I was. My hearing was echoed, it all seemed so far away. Although what happened was void, I felt the dread creeping up on me as I was … Continue reading Crash
Revival
I’m back on top, confident now that I won’t be stopped. My cut off is 27, I’ll say it till I die. The blessings have been flooding in and I’m grateful, I don’t cry. I can breath without telling myself I have to, I feel the warmth in my bones flood through. I cut the … Continue reading Revival
My Sun
I know I hurt you and I want you to know I got very bit of my own medicine. My wings were clipped and I tasted my own blood on the hands of a false love. I was humiliated and stripped of everything that made me, me. I lost everything I loved, I’ve been through … Continue reading My Sun
Hell
I have a lover who’s cruel as cold metal. He feigns warmth and sweetness, creates illusions of love that fill my head with fantasies. But behind the curtain is something much more disturbing, a demon with a forked tongue, a darkness so inhuman. You think I’m speaking in metaphors, for demons only exist on Hollywood … Continue reading Hell
missing
My wrists are scarred from being bound, my feet bloody from being barefoot and dragged along jagged grounds. I’ve been missing a long time, lost in a forest of sharp teeth, blindfolded and scared I found safety in the arms yanking out my hair and tearing off my clothes. I couldn’t see where he’d been … Continue reading missing
Devil At My Heels
I miss having passion, a rhyme, a purpose, a reason. I miss being five and never wanting to take my life in rainy season. I wish I could find that feeling, touch my soul and have a life more appealing but instead here I am living a life void of meaning. Drugs are a temporary … Continue reading Devil At My Heels
Golden Era 