I wake each morning and can't wait to touch you. I am amazed at how much you must love me. What will we be in the mood for today? Shopping - you are a patient shopper, never complaining or rushing me along. We could talk, we are such communicators! Hours can go by and I won't have realized the time. I am so touched by your presence. I dream of places to go- Scotland, Australia, perhaps Greece. Together we’ll plan and prepare for trips we will never take- but it’s a wonderful diver...

I have my own little worlds Separated by the mind Into compartments that aren’t meant to combine. Past, present, future Friends, lovers, acquaintances Who I was then, and who I am now. I can go through each day In one world or another But not to the other. A flicker, a moment A glimpse of another And my worlds collide. Retreat! To the bedroom The softness of the comforter And if I should be so spared- sleep. When worlds collide I need this shelter to surround myself with fairytales In...

I have a fear. A night time fear. It grows in the darkness, and hides in the day. To look at me you would think me normal. What is normal? Well, you would think it of me if you were to see me. Daytime me is happy, carefree, silly, and you would just never know what is to come in the night. As the sun begins to set, the fear begins to rise. It is an entity of it’s own, I know that to be true, but it is one that takes over who I am. Every night. It begins with my feeling of dread. The lit...

I see you in my mind, sometimes it is so real. The things you took, continue to take, not from me, but now another whore. A long line of women from way in the past, from the day you left mama ‘til today’s present breath. You use women as you please to pay your way to fulfill your desires Only a selfish man turns good women to whores. Sweet words slip easily from your lips words every woman wants to hear, In return, our souls, our sweat, our tears… Our every last dollar. I ...

As people pass through our lives they each leave a certain mark. Many are happy acts of kindness, wisdom shared, a stranger’s hug at a tragic event. Others hurt and leave an impression on our psyche, but one that can be lived with. Yet others gouge at the very essence of who we are, leaving not impressions but deep scars. There are so few that do the worst, but it is those that haunt us for eternity. Just in passing- words of hate, a sneer, a look, all sear our souls with their brand of...

I wake every morning and can't wait to touch you. It amazes me how much you must love me. What will we be in the mood for today? Shopping - you dislike it as much as I, and to keep it from mundane we will ride the carts down the eisle. We could talk, we are great communicators! We laugh like children at things others take so seriously. Hours can go by and I won't have realized the time. Your presence comforts me. I could write you letters, you don't mind. You let me go on and on, dumping my ...

Push me to the edge, Push me harder. Push me to the edge of life and hell. Keep me close to that edge, Keep me under control, You can push me or pull me but you won't let me go. Hell has advantages; Hell has it's hold. To break free of your spell I will have to be bold. I will have to face you, to turn to your eyes To take in your gaze, your fake kindness, and more- so much more. For where kind eyes once gazed back at me, I see the true fire where you wish me to be. So now you push me to th...

Where do I go when I feel like this; When I can't feel love, pain or any resemblance of bliss. With each passing day it gets darker inside; with each passing day I block out what's outside. I look at my hands, they're mine but they are not Where do "I" go when I begin to detach.... My skin becomes hard, a wall to keep everything out- and everything in.... Where do "I" go when I look in the mirror? I see a face that's familiar but I can't make it clearer. Things fade...