I Chose The Dark Side

I chose the dark side and
The dark side won
But it isn’t so bad down here
At least it’s warm in hell

Broken Down

Broken Down



Broke Down Yet Again.

With No One To Fix Me.

I'm In Need Of Repair


Can Somebody Help Me


Sort Through The Wreckage

Find What Use To Be Me

I Never Needed Your Help

As Much As I Do Now


Dear God

I Wish You Could Only See


The Wreckage I Have Created

Broken Wings and Shattered Hearts

Broken Wings and Shattered Hearts



I Want To Get Away.

And Be With The Angels In The Sky.

But My Wings Are Broken

They Are Not Made To Fly.

I Can Not Get To Heaven,

On Two Broken Wings.

And I Can't Wait Around

For What Tomorrow Brings

Consider Me An Angel.

Stuck In My Own Hell,

The Tattered Wings Are Memories.

Of Every Time I Fell

Heaven Is Just A Dream Away,

Something I Hope Is Real,

Trying To Keep Pushing On

Hoping These Wounds Will Heal

I Wish I Was Born With Perfect Wings

But Nothing Goes How I Want In Life.

Always Feels Like I Am Going Nowhere

Except Heading Into Strife

Please Don't Expect Much From Me,

My Halo's Tarnished And My Wings Are Torn.

A Rose May Seem So Beautiful.

But When It Dies. It's Only Thorns

Cupid's Bullets

cupids bullets





heartache causes pains unspoken

you wished that you weren't so open

the wound is still smokin'

from where Cupid's gun poked in

wished three words you hadn't spoken

tears dropped from your eyes like the

ocean's tide.

all bullshit aside seemed like it'd be forever

until the tears dried

or you put aside your pride

gave love's train another ride

in the back of your mind hoping you'll

glide

instead of sliding into a ditch.

yeah love's a bitch, but you still love her,

you still think of her

and the scars that she leaves behind

make it hard for you to shove her

into the corners of your mind.

Dealt With Hammers

Dealt With Hammers




Springing loose the seventh seal

Passing by on the starboard

Side, as over waves, beneath moons

We would ride, springing loose seals,

Making deals while getting on,

Bored, while getting on each all

The others' nerves, just deserves



Reservations of the real

Deal so newly delivered

No seal had yet been set, spoons

Ready and waiting to lap

It up, gruel, cruel porridge, bon

Vivancy vacancy pall

Setting seals like lead pours swerves



Along racing curves near keel

As flying fish fish once fished

So we once sailed, singing tunes

As attuned became our planks

Beneath the barnacles grown

Heavy on wood covered small

Errors, liftings, new mistakes



Not seen, shown up not until

Landfall having been made, laid

Down the wandering star guides

For any port, any storm,

Any day soon now become

Any peace, any normal

Way, locally we deserves



To hammer away at our ship's curves

Until re-satisfied we become free

To set out once more to sea to be free

Of the waves which hammer what we deserves



Which is not to be found at any port,

Nor to be found, nor ever to be bought,

But only ever to be sought, uncaught

Among they who but hammer out their blows



As if to lift one upward into snows

Ever risen above all downlanders'

Dealing out just the facts as with hammers

We had rather not be dealing with as



And so we chose to live such life beyond

Their scepters and their rods, as if gods

Of Himalayan ranges unsought by sods'

Turners who could but fear us, never near



Us for fear of blunderbuss, sweeping blades,

Rapine visited on their maiden's heads,

Sweet, colorful traces as left for dead's

The life not on sea bearing salt for me's.

DEATH

DEATH


Around, all around the dark memories gather

My dread grows as the dagger of your words fall against my naked soul

It mutilates me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison

In my madness I cry out, Why!

while Death's shadow surrounds me

Now alone, my soul falls upon cold eyes

This is my Hell

Diversity

Diversity



Diversity is Each of Us and All of Us!



Each of us is different;

all of us are similar.



Diversity is what makes each of us different;

diversity is also what makes all of us similar.



Diversity is what you can see in each of us;

diversity is also what you might not see in each of us.



All of us, working together, are more than

just the sum of each of us.



Each of us has unique experiences.

All of us have collective experiences.



Each of us has unique ways of reacting to some experiences.

All of us have similar ways of reacting to most experiences.



Each of us uses unique talents, to accomplish similar goals.

All of us work together as a team to accomplish one mission!



What each of us does, in differing ways, affects all of us.

What all of us do affects each of us, in differing ways.



Each of us is good at something; none of us is better at everything.

All of us, working together, can be the best at everything!

DWELL

DWELL

Here I go.Again...beating myself up for

all of the things i can never be instead

of embracing all that i am.

After all, isn't everybody "somebody"? isn't everyone "someone"?

And all we really want is to have someone look at all of our imperfections

and say "that's okay, i'll love you anyway." oh how i pray for "maitri", "loving of oneself" so that I can be the last woman standing when there's nothing else left.

Here i go. again...wishing that i could turn back the hands of time and do the

right thing instead of the wrong thing,

the strong thing instead of the weak thing.

ELECTRIC

ELECTRIC

damn...after all of this time i still think

she's so damn hot,

damn...after all of this time i still wanna

give her all that I've got.

damn...after all of this time i still think

she's my number one,

damn...after all of this time i still think

she outshines the sun.

damn...after all of this time i still think

of her as the best,

damn...after all of this time i still think

i'm truly blessed.

damn...after all of this time i still think

there are no words to describe,

that damn...after all of this time i still think a bond like ours is impossible to

find.

I Wanted People To Be Afraid of Hurting Me

I never had a change to be soft.
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass.

I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.