Part IX There is no damn way anyone would want to come and drag me out of the poppy field; my life, oozing out and mixing reds with the poppy flowers. music begins swimming inside my head, is this how it ends? my funeral march…

Your eyes flicker hope when they meet mine. Your lips curve into that pink ribbon of wonder. I’m not surprised when your hand grabs for mine, clutching. And then you ask: Are you a survivor? I smooth my shorn head, sum you up, smile. Are…

I cut myself, cause I’m afraid of a needle I luv myself, cause I’m afraid to lose me I feel u, cause I’m afraid not to see u I know her cause she comes to see me I never answer but hear the bell ring Demons…

there was an offensive seagull nesting below our balcony. we watched the ocean with tired eyes as the seagull attacked every person brave enough to get close. we gave her a name and a home and we nested there until we were ready to grow….

Rain gives water takes away happiness gives sleepy intentions Singing in the rain ~.%

Silence food for writers. My son has the TV on in the next room. I want to scream but I should probably eat dinner(5PM here). Snacked my way thru the day. A good breakfast then well… Milano cookies Nilla Wafers Tea Coffee-mostly decaf Pizza or…

the best letter of the alphabet

When you have high standards, hardly anything seems good enough. When you have my standards, even the way I breathe sucks. My nose sounds like an emergency whistle when I inhale. My dishes look like Barney took a big purple dump on the plate. My…

  In the real world – as also in faerie tales – it is about thaumaturgy. In the real world Alice is the monster and the Jabberwock a virginal cherub, logged on with the user name ‘bruised romantic’ …..and the password – Rumpelstiltskin.    

There’s a wall I create and build up around me. People sometimes make weak spots, and almost tear it down, but then snide comments words spoken behind stiff shoulders, and the wall is then covered and repaired, built up with steel.