U cannot hurt me
I won’t grant u that
Power.
I am in control
I am master of
Myself.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
denials
Denials make hollow facts
We deny the truth
Afraid of reality
Children fear the dark,
But adults fear light.
Leave me by candlelight
So I can at least delude
Myself.
We deny the truth
Afraid of reality
Children fear the dark,
But adults fear light.
Leave me by candlelight
So I can at least delude
Myself.
i did it
I stopped crying
U thought I was happy
I had reached beyond the bottom
Was 5.5 feet under.
I wanted to keep you
But when u left
I realised that
I needed u not
I rose up and out
On my own.
U thought I was happy
I had reached beyond the bottom
Was 5.5 feet under.
I wanted to keep you
But when u left
I realised that
I needed u not
I rose up and out
On my own.
~reality is a bracket~
One day,
My prince will come.
(prince of hades
feeling sympathetic that day)
Sweep me away,
On a pink palomino.
(horses are never pink
and cannot sweep)
take me to a rose garden
build me an arbour.
(im allergic to pollen
and arbours let in rain)
we’ll have a lil
prince and princess.
(monsters more like
yelling all day)
I’ll maintain my figure
And wear icy-pink ball-dresses.
(hairnets and bathrobes,
with morning coffee stains)
I’ll be gracious and cordial
A married Diana.
(snapping all day long
a true-blue fishwife)
My prince will come.
(prince of hades
feeling sympathetic that day)
Sweep me away,
On a pink palomino.
(horses are never pink
and cannot sweep)
take me to a rose garden
build me an arbour.
(im allergic to pollen
and arbours let in rain)
we’ll have a lil
prince and princess.
(monsters more like
yelling all day)
I’ll maintain my figure
And wear icy-pink ball-dresses.
(hairnets and bathrobes,
with morning coffee stains)
I’ll be gracious and cordial
A married Diana.
(snapping all day long
a true-blue fishwife)
if i loved a married man
Everywhere I turn,
I see her face.
You’re my husband,
But she’s your wife.
Can you ever be mine?
I daily wonder.
Will I ever,
Carry your name?
What am I really?
The love of your life?
Or
Your hidden shame?
Babies, a home,
Cooking dinner,
Doing laundry and ironing,
These are pleasures destined not for me.
Daily arguments over kids’ school,
Their undone homework,
Her indecent dressing,
His soccer practice.
Why Why Why?
Why does she get these privileges,
I’m the one who loves you,
‘tis indeed an unjust world.
Every thought of mine,
Revolves around you,
My every breath is yours,
But you are Hers.
I see her face.
You’re my husband,
But she’s your wife.
Can you ever be mine?
I daily wonder.
Will I ever,
Carry your name?
What am I really?
The love of your life?
Or
Your hidden shame?
Babies, a home,
Cooking dinner,
Doing laundry and ironing,
These are pleasures destined not for me.
Daily arguments over kids’ school,
Their undone homework,
Her indecent dressing,
His soccer practice.
Why Why Why?
Why does she get these privileges,
I’m the one who loves you,
‘tis indeed an unjust world.
Every thought of mine,
Revolves around you,
My every breath is yours,
But you are Hers.
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