Untitled (August 26, 2000) His intellegence makes me speachless His touch makes my knees jello Funny how he had me with a simple, "Hello." He transformed me from girl to goddess with insight on politics and religion How can I express myself to this Greek God, this Einstein when every time he looks at me … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
August 3rd, 1995 Dear Diary, Okay, the hurricane didn't hit us. But we had a lot of rain in Clearwater. In Homosassa the water didn't even come up. Nana and Papa had a bunch of branches fall. But I honestly don't want to talk about the hurricane right now. Sure I had fun. Like I … Continue reading Mortification Monday
"A Hooker Returning to Her Corner" 2/17/1998 A long time goodbye happiness etched on a street corner wrapped around an empty soul to void the chill of deception rain on flesh rolling and fumbling sorrow is no longer sweet like honey seldom does she feel what she is being robbed of she once fell when … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
To The Other Woman c. June 1999 You will never know me yet you have felt my presence after all I left my mark on him and you tried to erase it Keep him- I don't want to share
August 1, 1995 Dear Diary, Okay there's a hurricane (Erin) and it's going to hit the FL (the Tampa Bay area). I'm scared to death. I'm at Nana and Papa's. We'll have to evacute tomorrow. I'm so tired so I'll write tomorrow. Okay it's Wednesday. Erin is a tropical storm. It won't be going … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Untitled (August 26th 1999) I read Shakespeare I quote Plath You say, I quote, "You've got a nice ass." Look beyond my leather pants past my Steve Madden shoes and you'll see the intellect I hide
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwyzdWVDGZ4 This new song by Dawn Golden has been a wrecking ball to my heart and I can't stop listening to it/ watching the video even though it makes me an tsunami of sad. It reminds me of a cross between old (and good Coldplay) and The National.