These chains and whips hurt Where has my sanity gone? I'm sitting here eating your dirt Hoping that it will soon be dawn  This sonnet is third in my misery  You don't even care about us  Oh, how love has become dreary Humiliation seeping out like puss You bit off my hand as I fed you   I hunger and thirst for any love  Because you ate my cake too Our love has become sour love The bondage of my soul to yours  Has me down praying on all fours 

  This whole world is a pageant!! We live our lives in a constant state of judgment, which is why so many of us often feel like we just don’t “measure up”.   “Are we pretty enough?” “Are we smart enough?” “Where do we fit in on that scale from one to ten?” Yes, our life is a pageant, and everyone is trying to win!!! But why do we allow others to judge us? Who the heck entered us in this pageant? They don’t know us? They don’t know who we are? All “the judges” know are what they SEE, and that’s only half of who we ARE !! It seems like we are always trying to win this pageant in which no one ever gets the crown. Yes, we all WANT the crown! But why does no one ever GET the crown? Truth is, anyone can have the crown… But is it really that important? Is a little bit of sparkle on your head really worth all the trouble we went through to get it? We have allowed ourselves to be culturalized into a society in which the basics of our beliefs and the content of our character are constan...

I am extremely powerless for you  This submissive game isn't new  When I pick you up out of the dark  You bring me down like a shark  I am miserable with the desire  To set our desperate lives on fire  Burning for your love over and over  Damn, I wish I had a four-leaf clover  This sonnet is second just like me You are first but that you can't see I want to be done with you forever  Your manipulation of my heart is clever  You mock what my heart has to say  This is just my feelings on display  

  Don’t misunderstand me. When I say I’m only human I mean I can no longer stand your brutal silence. I can no longer be your emotional punching bag.   Don’t misunderstand me. When I say I’ve been busy I mean I have been depressed, bored, lonely falling asleep to Grey’s Anatomy reruns on the sofa.   Don’t misunderstand me. When I say I can’t meet you I mean it’s not possible to look at you another minute without touching you.   Don’t misunderstand me. When I say it’s late I mean my shattered heart cannot drag my body out of this bed — this bed that has become my tomb.    

 

      “Whoa! That is far down,” I peered over the waterfall fall. We were in Hawaii. Kauai. Na Pali Coast. 11-miles around most of the high land. The trail went around the coast lined with jagged rock. The death tally on a sign was at 63 that year. The waterfall, we discovered, was 2 miles in. “You want to jump?” “Yes,” he said to me with the hugest look of fearlessness on his face. “This is living! Look how beautiful!” “We could have gone bungee jumping you know,” I had slight fear of heights. “Where’s the fun in that? We don’t need a cord. It’s a simple jump in safely deep waters,” he warmed up my shivering body. “What’s stopping you? It’s just me and you. I can handle who you are.” “It's just that my friends…..” I was interrupted by him. He usually didn’t interrupt me. “…your friends aren’t here. They only know pieces of you. And, I must remind you that they had the same opportunity as you did to be here.” The warmth of his body was so right for me. “This is...

  She whispers to her own: "Tonight, we fly among the stars. This full moon, the fear in their hearts  Will be inspired by us. They will clutch their children And shy away from Her,  As they have always done, Since man has thought himself Learned enough to close his mind."