January 2011
When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low; and resentment rides high- but emotions won’t grow, and we’re changing our ways taking different roads:
Love will tear us apart again.
Why is this bedroom so cold, turned away on your side, is my timing that flawed our respect runs so dry.
Do you cry out in your sleep- all your feelings exposed. Care to taste in my mouth as...
All in all I learned a lesson from it, though; you never see it coming, you just get to see it go.o
And it was raining cats & dogs outside of her window & she knew they were destined to become sacred road kill on the way; she was listening to the sounds of Heaven shaking, thinking about puddles & puddles & mistakes…
She was lying on the floor, counting stretch marks, trying to decipher what’s written in braille upon her skin.
You looked up at me, stared deep within my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile, as I saw your demise.
“It always fascinates me how people can go from loving you madly, to nothing at...”
– Julie Deply- 2 Days in Paris
20 Yards & 2 Decades Down
As most of you know, good Ol’ Jasmine is comin up on the 21 year mark. Which makes me think about a lot of things- about my life, the paths & journeys & all that crap that brought me. Here. Here as I am. It took quite a while, & a lot of people, a lot of hair cuts, a lot of personality changes a few piercings here & *there* & a few of you reading this to make me me...
“The man who said “I’d rather be lucky than good” saw deeply...”