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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Back Off


Sipping the wine is made very fine

it opens doors of inhibition

experience this is it real or amiss

different state to be

Projects dwelling as all prevailing

brunt of that subject was I

abused yet used let's see the difference in this bite


I have proof

kept cell calls myself and I

but the end result

sigh upon sigh

he was just a guy

and I will not cry this time

he's yours

I don't want him

so back off

he's yours

not mine

Drama oh drama don't be the queen

everyone has a story so it seems

what makes you so serious so sad so expert

so much to hide to resist life

Shut my mouth I can be cruel just like you

don't point your finger unless it is felt in the chest

in the mirror of time

at least though I am female I do have the balls

to come out and tell what is real in these jaws

to be sophisticated I am not can be ruthless

but I will be damned to pretend not to feel all that I do

don't study me no longer

your project am I not

only one but only one only one so waste it not


The wine the wine is very fine

but even without it the senses rhyme

I am me

miss drama queen

but so much more deeper than you

yet tired of digging to find the emerald

shining who hides behind bloggers comments and all

I ate my tail and this is what's left

enough experience to divvy the rest

I do not understand the games you persist upon playing

certainly it is not your best


As I recall the bells of toil shedding it all

I can laugh for it makes no sense at all

but, I am a mother, yes

oh and the rewards do benefit from all

where is the father now I can laugh

for out of the three

none of them last

once a cheater always a cheater

so take that

and stick it up your ass

Yes yes the wine is good for it makes no sense at all

yet all the sense in the world so many in this serious mode

so bitch excuse the fro

what tore in the heart

has MENDED so

and you're the only one

who doesn't know


soooooo

we all have our stories but I guess the wine was invented

to settle the vintage

make sense out of something that makes no sense that grows

and the meaning of this like the meaning of life

I do not know other than to do what needs to be done

and make no sense of it all

just do it with a joyful note

or how about comments the newest invention yet not at all


YOU are rambling and have no where to go

it has already been sung

and this heart is so lucky even as the ugliness shows

for I have so much love surrounding me

which only makes me glow

so if I am out of tune or out of whack or out of whatever

celebrate my lack

sometimes leading has to slack

get off my back

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