last call

The scumbag in the corner plays footsie with a sick mind
Both wanting love when lust will do
Her dysfunctional inner clock chiming a death knell for her childbearing years

The barmaid pours false courage to a lonely man soon to die and be forgotten
Toss the bottle, wipe the bar
Did he ever exist outside of his own imagination?

Hello…
I hate you…
Please fuck me…
All acts in this alcoholic play

Last call
A last shred of hope
One more chance to unlock their door
And hear more than the echo of empty footsteps in the hall

Katrina

A name
Flying through time
Unnoticed
Loved once?
Maybe
Not today…

Encased in darkness
As were her dreams
Her wishes
Now the ashes she’d become

Loved once?
Maybe
Not today…

What if I gave a funeral
And nobody came…

Katrina

Ironic observations…

Saw a FedEx truck rush into a cemetery today. I wondered who died while waiting for them to trace the tracking number of the package containing heart medication he fucking needed YESTERDAY.

And, how long will the driver wait for a signature?

nowhere

I belong not to one man
Not to one soul
I belong nowhere

The very freedom
I have tried to capture
Has become my prison

Drifting, wishing, dreaming
Chasing the moon
I run from myself as fast as I can

Stay with me
For a little while
As I rest. For today.
Both moonbeams
Shining on the same shore

Tomorrow
The whisper of leaves
Will be my song to you

Alone
On windy nights
Under full branches
My voice lets you know…

We belong not to one man
Not to one soul
We belong nowhere
Together

katrina

To comprehend your horror
I fell into your mind
And lost my soul there
But only for a moment

Caverns and passageways
Lit with devil’s fire
Or so you feared
I know the truth now

The most barren corners
Of your heart
Are what I sought

I cleared the cobwebs
And set free the festering thoughts
Kissed the wounds with soft lips
Gently washed away your bloody tears

Cowering behind your anger
I found the man you are
Running as a vampire
From life’s daylight

There he remains
Shattered and bent
He is your soul
Take my hand and know not to fear
Katrina

What did I do with me?
Somewhere down the road
The little girl
Who dreamt of flying on Angel’s wings
Lost her way in the shadows

Daddy loved me a little too hard
But I was too scared to say no
Mommy had an affair
With Johnny Walker
Why couldn’t she see what that did to me?

The fine pink ribbons
Slid from my hair
And landed in a puddle of tears
The little girl who wanted to fly
Took a dark road
And sped from her fears

What did I do with me?
Angel’s wings turned to dust
Dreams scattered in the wind
As I dance upon a shiny brass pole
Tattered pink ribbons at my feet
Katrina

a blank page
to create a thought
when the mind is full

a new start
to create a friendship
when mistakes are made

I take the blank page
And the heart full of regret
To attempt a reconciliation

Combined
These things should be a forum
For my apology

The page remains blank
The words won’t come
The mind overloads
Because my hurt overwhelms my ability
To simply write…
i’m sorry


katrina

Play freely
Rise to the wind
Let nothing hold you down
Release yourself to life
Each breath a new wonder

Within you
Is the power of dreams
Dance in their magic
Get carried away
By their mystery

No person
Can hold you down
No circumstance
Is insurmountable
No dream
Too wild to ride

I was born a free spirit
And no chains
Will keep me earthbound
For long
Katrina

rachel

I am here on the tail of each warm Spring breeze
My embrace now felt only in your heart

I’ll watch as you grow
From a silken cloud above
I’ll know your triumphs and defeats
And feel each one with you

Rejoice in my life
And know I am peaceful now
The sunshine is my smile
The raindrops my soft kisses upon your cheeks
The birds carry my song of life to you

We will see each other again in dreams
And you will know me
In the sparkle
Of your children’s eyes

Katrina

Life steps
We begin to crawl
Reaching, exploring, wondering
Everything a new universe
A world before us…
Childhood dreams
Castles of sand
Forts of snow, trees to climb
Running freely
Through green meadows…
Walking quickly
In middle life
Sand is dirt
Snow a chore, trees get in the way
No freedom, just burdens
Most of life is spent this way…
At life’s sunset we see before us
What life was – and could have been
How sad that time is abundant
Yet, we cannot run
Only remember
The days of running
Katrina
 

an introduction to "random insanity"

i have never posted my thoughts in this way until today. very fitting that halloween would be the day to begin. i invite you to explore my writing with an open mind and to understand that they come from a very protected part of my soul. it is recommended that you are 18 or older, as i do not wear my "potty mouth" filter when i write. it is my intention to inspire others to accept the things that have happened in their lives, realize that your experiences are what built the person you are, and use each stumbling block as a stepping stone.