This place that I live you've never been,

It's existence an address in my head.

I'd like to create a picture you'd take..the phone rings again. another interruption. 

Off with your head and onto the next,
Do you for see my betrothed to be?
Go to your bed and bury your throat,
The screams you have choked on will never be heard.

A fine woman indeed who walked so dainty,
The gentlemen follow and bend down to their knees,
Silence she asks with a wave of her hand,
Go down to the place where my shoe can fit.

No sense in spilling the truth, no one can hear you,
She cries to her self and knows no one can help,
Let the rain fall down, let the rain soak herself.
The dreams you have wished for are a fairy tale. 

Clean up your mess, there's no such thing has help.

Don't burden the ones you love, they'll never come back. 

I've been tired, I've been down, no need to sink you too...

I express my pain with words, but I don't blame them. 

All I want is to love and forget what made me feel this way.

She only writes when she's sad, the only thing that can comfort...
She make believes that she's important, when others ignore her.

Her eyes reveal her emotions, can't quite figure how to disclose them....
Yet when she grins, her problems are forgotten.

She has more hope than most, it's what keeps her going,
Has faith in others more, than her own belief.

She would like to make you laugh, to see you happy,
Although her time is limited, she doesn't mind waiting.

House of cards on the floor,
Pick them up before they dissapear.

Goodnight my darling may I have a kiss?
Not tonight I've vanished.

Sunset dies and lives again,
My innocent eyes have been damaged,
My mind has been shocked,
I might sink from the top.

Fear has taken me on a date,
Left me while I was powdering my nose..
Where did they go? they don't know.

I'm crying here like a child...whose mom won't comfort my fall.
I guess I'll just get up and love myself. 

There's always madness, There will always be.
Yet there's always happiness, going on somewhere in this world.
Broad spectrum. Point. Reality.
Love. Pain.....

I was a passenger, on our way home.
I talked of my children before we met.
Tears ran down my cheeks as we spoke of compassion.
Lights shined in my condensation...
It was quiet in the back, my love content.
A forceful blow to the head, lunged us forward.
Her voice rose as she said "oh my god".
The once silent back was comforting.
His calm words assured me the moment before the crash.
I looked forward, hands braced to the side,
Trees and darkness a head of me.
The front of our vessel went down,
Causing the car to flip in the air....
Gravity and five seconds later,
We had landed.

Are we alive?
My vision blurred.
Fearful thoughts drowned my reality.
To my left, she was hanging there.
"We have to get out" was said behind me.
Belts holding us tight, blood rushing to my head..
I released myself to the shattered glass under me,
Wrists could barely support.the fall.
I can't get out.
The doors were pinned tight and the window would not roll...
Panic was setting in.
He kicked the door and I climbed out.
Turn around and see the horror.
Is she okay? Her legs look crushed.
My imagination took over.
Shaken in the night, the roads were pitch black.
" I need my glasses " she said, still hanging.
I watched as my love searched.
He found her sight and they emerged from the crushed vehicle.

Ahead in the brush was the car that hit us.
Lights flashing in the night.
A friends tune on the stereo continued to play..
We stood and held on to each other.

I've been depressed. I've let pessimistic thoughts burden me. 

Not since awhile, when I'd smile, this mask wouldn't burn. 

I'd talk to you, share my view and your tone or lecture scared me...

It's not what you say, it's the rhythm of your breath, vibrations of your intent....

Frustration, loss of cause, the point you have placed, has a harder time making it through. 

It's not anyone's fault, I walk in my own problems, just in need of some positive truth, 

I cry in my bed, laundry, clutter everywhere, why can't I move? 

Traumatic events open doorways that hurt. 

The stress wins the race. 

This negativity needs to end, I have a lot to be happy about.