thegoodguytie

My life riding on the window of confidence. Your tire spun the rock that broke it all.  Throw away the clock of your sleepless child; down by the wayside, felt to short to strike the menace she brought, and it came sliding back like a sale gone bad. (shit....)  Light it up, get lit, make it fit; over and over again.  I stole you garden last night and showed how on your typewriter.  We can't handle the intense light coming from the pantry where you conceived your only child.  She drug his shit out of the ocean, tied it up, and sent it to the prairies of lust. now.... We can't feel her face, it's buried under all the stone purchased by Mr. Zen

Take These misunderstandings Put them in the paper tray White it out, write it Say hello, tear goodbye Somewhere, over my mistakes Play it out for me, please Life to it, protect it Pieces of peace You lost them No I lost them I lost you….dammit!

Listen…(Tap) "Too long till fall, sick summer in bed" The media is smiling at me Listen…(Bump) The bells are alright City lights strike spectral fright Listen…(Thump!) I walked in every puddle No singing in the rain, it smacked me down Listen…(BANG!) You sick substance, take him instead! The boat is leaving…the boat is leaving! *clenched teeth* Oh God!…(Crash) I fell… the cold dusty rocks hurt It didn't scare me enough It didn't fill me, it killed me I will kill 'Ill', what a bastard I will refill I won't climb the hill I'll pull it down into the fresh till…..down here with me High is only defined by low This is my damned

I saw it all.  This simple plot melded and mended my heart.   I saw your grace, beauty, and strange charm screaming from its mouth. Your beatiful brown hair waving in the wind as it all works out. Should I allow fate to make its move, or grab it around the shoulders and beg? Please believe me; you are more than the world to me. More than the center of the universe could ever light my greatest desires. It so happens to be ever more resilient than his reason could fathom. And yet? You are the loftiness in my heart, and your precious comfort and happiness.... are the biggest element of my dearest affections

9-1-02 Sugar-Free    Sugar is for the weak and weary of heart.  I myself was one of them not so long ago.  But now I've kicked the addiction and I'm on a brand new start.  Just a few days back when life seemed so care free, it wasn't the C on my test that had me bummed; it was the glucose in my pee.    When all had seemed to be going so great, not with the least bit of strife, this little problem poked its head into my life.  The doctor told me not to worry, as she didn't have all the facts, but really, how do you not worry about something like that?  I took their tests and let them poke me and prod me, and let them draw blood.  I did al