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my daughter is my world.

i'm happy when it rains.

i hate most people.

i hold on to the things that hurt me.

i've had more trouble with myself than any other person i have ever met.


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There’s some kind of light
at the end
When touching
the edge of your skin

Once so hard to speak
Now so easy to play around
Catching your eye you know
That eye that slaps you in your face
and called you a puppy
Well how do you say
I was hypnotized
Hypnotized

My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile

Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of your skin

Could you be the one that's not afraid
To look me in the eye?
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
from the sky

My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile

Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of your skin

Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of your skin
It's the feeling I get
My palms with sweat

Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of your skin

It's the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of your skin

There’s some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of your skin

There’s some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of your skin

You make me smile

Some kind of light
at the end
When touching
the edge of your skin



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"If I asked you about love you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a person and been totally vulnerable. Known someone who can level you with their eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on the earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be their angel. To have that love for them be there forever....you don't know about real loss because that only occurs when you love someone more than yourself, and I doubt you've ever dared to love anyone that much."

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my Venus in satin (s.p.)


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I used to say, *Venus ain't got nothing on you, baby.* She would smile that pitiful sweet smile that said *thank you*, but she would doubt me with her eyes. I remember, at two in the morning she would get writers block and we would dance, I in my plaid boxers and she in my paisley ones. I would sing slave spirituals to her because she said she was slave to an art that imprisoned her soul. She would tell me that if reincarnation really happened, she hoped to come back with a voice like a kitten's purr. It was her own way of saying that she hoped I came back with a voice less like a kitten's claws. I still sang.
Some mornings she would try cooking. I would walk into the kitchen to find her crying over burnt bacon or scrambled eggs and shells. I would eat it anyway and imagine I could taste her tears. She had a stack of magazines that I promised not to throw away because she would draw the models and find stories in their faces. I thought there were more stories in her own face. I never understood why her toes were always painted but her fingernails were always bare and gnawed. She said the little white spots were bruises and she wondered if the bruises on our souls were white like our fingernails or blue like our bodies. Sometimes, she wondered if we had souls. I always shrugged and wondered quietly while she mused for the whole world to hear. She thought writing was like painting and so she bought some paintbrushes. She had a book of half-splashed faces and splotches of un-landscaped green. She never let me see those pictures because they were like her face when she had been crying. She was beautiful.

But now, an ugliness has crept into her face and I can't find my Venus. Her eternal bed is lined in satin and she hates satin. She used to say satin was for women whose skin wasn't soft enough on it's own. If she ever needed satin, this is the time. Her skin isn't soft; it's a thick wax that I can't touch. It looks so thick that I'm afraid that if she has a soul it can't get out. I have my matches and the last thing I can do for her is melt that wax and free her soul. So, i'll tear out the satin, climb in and melt with her as I sing, *An' my soul an' your soul will meet in the day when I lay this body down.*


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Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?
--Mary Manin Morrissey



If you should smolder I'll breathe in your smoke If you should laugh, I'll smile and pretend that I made the joke And if you should ever leave me I will crumble That's just the way I am I hope you never leave me... That is to say... If you should sink I don't want to swim If you lock the door I'll beg to come in If you should sing I won't make a sound If you should fly I'll curse the ground And if you should ever leave me I will crumble That's just the way I am I hope you never leave me... That is to say... If you're an explosion I won't search for shelter If you're the sun I'll sit here and swelter If you're the moon I'll stay up all night If you're a ghost I'll be haunted for life Please never leave me.

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just so you know...i'm only on here for fun, i have a boyfriend that i love with all my heart...he's my best friend and there's no one here or anywhere else that could take his place.

i love you, dave.