TOMORROWS GONEI don’t believe in myself, So I don’t have an ambition.TOMORROWS GONE
I give up without trying So I lose without losing.
I can’t see a bright future So I stop hoping… And let tomorrow slip away Before it can even come.
Positively UncertainThe world is not mine, never was. I just define it.Positively Uncertain
I’m not looking for the perfect man, Just a man who thinks I’m perfect.
He need not be very intellectual Coz that alone doesn’t equate wisdom.
He should listen, even when I’m wrong Now that, would make him right.
I’m not looking for perfection If he’s good for me, he’s already perfect.
Maybe I will stop looking for him Coz when he comes along. . . I’ll just know.
FacesI have so many faces, so many masks, as I parade through this masquerade of life. Transparent like glass, ill disclose what lies behind this diaphanous visage only when I decide which fragment of my kaleidoscopic personality I want to reveal.Faces
I’ll unveil slowly the child in me; reveal gently the vixen that possesses me. I’ll drop my facade of innocence and let them see an intelligent woman.
I’ll dazzle with expressions, when words speak nothing.
I’ll captivate them with feminine charm, when they think I'm just a child.
I’ll allure them with personality, when they see but a pretty doll, all dressed up. &
Standing there...The angry ocean laid bare its venom,Standing there...
with waves that bellowed and rolled.
Deserting the horizon, they charged towards me,
and crashed in an explosion of eerie white foam.
Waves splashed against my ankles,
salt water sprayed into my mouth Undaunted, I stared with mirrored eyes,
at the ocean that reflected my state of mind.
Sadness flowed in rivulets,
down cheeks that had lost their pallor. Seething anger seeped into deep wounds,
knowing I’d suffer forever.
Slowly the turmoil started calming down,
the storm’s work here was done
The Right MarkSwallow all those pills And watch as you fall from my sight "Will she make it?" "She might" Voices are fading Everything is goin dark I guess those pills Hit the right markThe Right Mark
Bottled UpThere is so much to consider When pouring a glass of wine: The meniscal kiss Curving into the bowl: promise of lips stained with a blush that is anything but bashful.Bottled Up
The size of the glass, length of the stem, and how will he hold his drink? Will he have the lasting power of a vintage? The first sip have a dry or sweet finish?
Will the evening bubble Like champagne Or conversation wane, fermenting past its prime into a vinegar of stained carpet or the clang of a broken glass on a hardwood floor?
Countdowncounting the numbers as they pass by 1,2,3,4,5,6... one life left two companions gone a foray in the battle of three marching to the sound of four swords swaying in the wind of fifth degrees sixth sense attracted to blood aroundCountdown
the clock ticks down
as i move forth
the clock rewinds
as i get shoved back
rewind the numbers as i fall behind ...6,5,4,3,2,1 six feet tall i feel being knocked between five pillars four times now it feels the beating of three kings against my will will not these second term aches relieve
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