Maybe things are different today Things seem different tonight It’s midnight in Portland The city lights like fire in the sky You can almost see the fallen angels Flying over head grasping at your prayers Trying to make them their own We all want forgiveness of some kind or another From someone Sometimes anyone Here…
Looking up searching for answers I taste the tears of heaver The rain My pain It exists in my mind The stories I tell myself Leis I need to stop looking for answers outside Everything I need is inside I need to sit Silence Let my mind heal Learning to love You and myself all over…
5:20 AMTracy Chapman Overthinking Baby can I hold you… My bed is so far away The only real sounds in the house are the loud ceiling fan and the ice maker reminding me Again and again A fading picture A coin never tossed An X on a map never discovered The secrets we only share…
Yeah, it’s happened. I miss my kids. I miss my vision of what I thought everything is and by fault but my own brain I feel alone a lot. It’s not because I’m alone or lonely. It’s the writers block. When I can’t write I feel alone. It’s not Carrie for those wondering. Even though…
We’re so fucked up You and me Our common ground is met over two lives divided Both survivors of loveless people Maybe it’s why we adore each other so deeply Maybe it’s what causes the great devide that separates us when things are hard Maybe it’s what keeps us grounded and doesn’t let us dive…
Sunday morning Sitting at the edge of my bed Hands fold in my lap and then covering my eyes Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap On to my notebook Smudging my words like twisted memories I want to understand I want to see things through your eyes but you won’t tell…
As I so unlovable? My longing for you dances on my lips Reaching to touch you Wishing you would touch me Knowing you’ll never really want me My soul reaches for pieces of my heart My heart reaches for you You won’t reach out to me All I’m left with is desire My heart falls …
Growing up with autism I have a lifetime of mishaps and mistakes that I wouldn’t want anyone growing up with autism to make. Now that I have a teen with autism I find that I watch him and see myself in so much he does. He’s obsessed with skateboarding and the skateboarding industry. When he…
Tonight is one of those nights Like an old black and white movie Hazy and dark Forgotten to all except a few Every light along the highway has its own story to tell and every traffic light exudes a new emotion Across the airwaves U2 lulls my hearts thoughts I know I’ve given myself away…
