Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
I can imagine that is how I felt about life when I preferred black, bitter coffee. But, just like life now, my coffee tastes much better sweetened beyond belief and as thick as treacle
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
Nope, it was this way at one time... but I appreciate life now, I couldn't tell you what changed but I do know I didn't suddenly don a pair of rose tinted glasses, I really am becoming happy.....
Stop the music, the contest winner is hitting the stage
to trip over a banana peal and fill the cage
turn the next loose leaf and money makin scheme
and stop to listen while i sing my theme
song
feelin mello all my fellows. Greats from the down low
from the insane sociaety, where best it flows
and then the front lawn, my grass, it grows
i eat from the table D O double G knows
free rolls can opener for my speghetti Os
lets me out of my closet, its getting dark
gas from the rectum, inspect um' i'm bout to part
like the water from the red sea and noahs ole' ark
diggin it deap and with my journey embark
on the greatest voyage you've ever been so far
makin my millions in negative quites
my shoe laces untied and my glasses are broke
green tea just for me gensingin' the notes
turnin' on the TV for some murder she wrote
and then we turn down the sound for another lost hope
my cage is closing, did you hear the bell ring?
like the "Saved By" class passing Gs on their strings
intrumental is what i'm meaning, no dont make me sing
like the 3 tenors, true horrow i'd bring.
I medicate myself for my following mental disorders: Depression, Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsive disorder, Megalomania, ADHD, in the following ways: Anti-depressants, tranquiliser drugs(medically prescribed), drinking lots of alcohol, smoking cigarettes and writing.
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes, I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?
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I love smoking too...what is a poet without a cigarette, right?
Jan 17th, 2005 06:15 AM
Oh, bravo darling.... I certainly missed you 
My sentiments exactly! A cigarette, a mug of steaming, syrup-like coffee and their muse.
So I'm taking full advantage of my good-homoured self 
