Thursday, July 29, 2010

LOL ;)

Looking, hearing the fingers of the world

Communicating in place of mouths, words

I am just as guilty myself

Constantly preoccupied with this world held in my hand

While all the while not communicating anything but boredom

Look at me, in my eyes

Speak to me of wisdom and truth

Rather than settings on your Bluetooth

And talk to me about freedom and simplicity

With relationship and intimacy

No semi-colon and parenthetical expressions of joy

Give me something genuine that

May not make you laugh out loud

(I hate that expression by the way

For those of you that don’t know that about me)

I’m funny but not that damn funny

But thanks for stroking my ego

With your textual expression of laughter

I need to express and feel something real

Besides these worn out keys that keep calling

Out, screaming out, for attention

When all I want is a hug, a toothy grin

Let’s bring things back to humanity again

Rather than communicating through satellites of disillusion

A human interaction revolution


Saturday, July 17, 2010


I am a woman coping

A woman surviving

Life filled with hoping

And striving

To breathe, to live

To smile, to forgive

I am a woman holding on

A woman letting go

Things long gone

Things yet to know

The joys, the mistakes

The love, the heartaches

I am a woman laughing

A woman screaming

The time passing

My mind dreaming

I am a woman


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Lemonade Stand

There I stand with lemon in hand
Grinding away at this thing
I mean I am juicing this fucking thing for all it's worth
I tend to be pretty good at that most of the time
Not that it is something to brag about really
Then I take a little sweetener, ice and water and make the best of it
It's a little bitter but just enough to kind of smack you in the face at the end
Then from nowhere someone just beans me
No really, right upside the head
With another lemon
Now I have been making this stuff for a while
Working hard at it
And by this point I am tired
So you can imagine my anger and frustration
But none-the-less, I pick it up
And start squeezing the shit out of it
Like all of the times before
And so the process goes for my life here at the lemonade stand