|
Email me
Send me a message or your own confused thought
 "Your silence
is no answer
until i can hear it
~Susan Musgrave
|
**Think of Me by Madonna**
posted on Saturday, August 30, 2003 at 04:31 p.m.
I'm getting tired of waitin' around
I feel like I'm always trackin' you down
I don't wanna point my finger at you
But there's something you're forgettin'
Here's what you better do, you better
Chorus:
Think of me
I know you want to baby
Think of me
It won't be long before you
Think of me
'Cause I'll be gone and then you'll
Think of me
You walk in and you see me cryin'
You apologize say you lost track of time
I'm not gonna cry anymore
You're gonna lose me too if you don't
Know what's good for you, you better
(chorus)
Tell me what I did to you to make you
Treat me so badly
If you wanna see me anymore
If you don't wanna see me walking out the door you better
(chorus)
Stop wastin' all my time
You know it could have been so fine
Hey boy I'm waitin' on a sign
Don't you know there's someone else
Stop thinking of yourself
(chorus)
****
posted on Friday, August 29, 2003 at 04:12 p.m.
i have it all...
i've lost it all.
the magic within my smile
still breathes
but is slower to
quicken.
my pulse
no longer races...
i'm caught in the confusion
of past lies.
no more does my heart
sing
for the song of a stranger
Instead-
doubts,
lies,
insecurities.
i've been decieved too many times.
No longer
will i pluck those petals
and stare into the water
as if the waves
could tell my story.
My heart is my own
as is my life.
the tree i planted
still grows
but the frost
has given it bite-
The frost
has bit me bitter
and it is only wine
that accompanies me tonight.
****
posted on Thursday, August 28, 2003 at 12:25 p.m.
we moved all my stuff into my new place yesterday and i cannot believe that this is all coming true.
it seems like forever ago when i went for that interview....so much has changed.
i just can't believe that i'm actually going to be gone......
i'm gonna be alone... **blood stained carpet**
posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2003 at 07:58 p.m.
"he is standing with a
loaded gun in his
mouth
trying to explain
his feelings" Susan Musgrave
This is a piece of "The Impstone" by my favorite poet...and wat more can i really say?
i'm not suicidal but i'm in love with this piece because it mirrors my heart. here i am always standing on the brink of "disaster" always having awesome stories about "affairs gone bad"...and i've had fun. i really have. but i'm kinda tired of the shallowness of it all.
Today sumone wrote "you don't even know who you are yet" and i don't know wat to say. if i didn't know who i was then i wouldn't be here in this position right now. i know damn well who i am, and that's the one thing that has kept me frum going back to self-mutilation. So damn you. i may not always know wat i want, or wat i need but i know who i am.
****
posted on Monday, August 25, 2003 at 05:08 p.m.
*bows her head...hides beneath her hair*
*pauses and takes a deep breath*
*she sits there staring at her canadian computer monitor not even knowing how to fill in the blanks when her whole life is already a blank*
*she's not confused about who she is* *she sits there knowing her identity* *knowing her sexy appeal to everyone* *her positive spirit* *her smile* *her confidence* *she sits there in her cow pajama pants and beer tank top knowing she's intelligent and goin in the right direction* *she's logical* *she's happy*
*and she's sick of this all*
**first fuzzy thought**
posted on Saturday, August 23, 2003 at 11:40 a.m.
i'm leaving.
There's nothing that changes that, and i am excited about it...sorta...
i mean, i hate the fact that i'm leaving a lot behind when i move. All my friends, a guy that's totally captured my smile, my spirit, my mind, the only place i've ever known...
and yet, this is my one chance to get out of here and i have to take it....
i just didn't know it would be this hard to leave the ones who never believed in me
|
Pitas.com
grated cheese..the ingredient that started it all
my poetry page
 "I'm in love with a
man I'll never
meet."
~Susan Musgrave
|
