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ok so saw hp4 with tes and kit after the book signing on saturday. came back and plotted...details to be released later....much later...lol

sunday chatted up on gay.com till the afternoon. got an e-mail from samantha, heather the ex that i caught cheating on me wants to talk, shes in 'thereapy' and needs to resolve issues she has with me, my response fuck no...they been bugging me for a while about it. so the last e-mail from sam pushed me on edge then shaggy's-wasn't me song came on my playlist. i sent the song with lyrics to heathers e-mail address. yeah im a bitch so shoot me. im tired of being nice and getting burned. and fuck her. the ghosts of ex gf's past once again bite me in the ass and go 'boo'. the last poem i wrote was dedicated to stacey...her sister had gotten online and chatted with me about her getting married and wanting me to be there for her in her sisters place...I'm still debating about it. I'm honored but I'm tired of when I think I've moved on I get sucked back in. Not this time...I'm making a stand and saying fuck you all and giving you my back. You can call me a bitch and I'll wear the name with pride I am not something to be used, I am not a filler for the void in your life you can't understand, I am not your mother, I am not your keeper and sure in hell am NOT SOMETHING TO CONTROL AND PUT ON DISPLAY. I am a human being, I do have feelings, they are somewhere in me just don't ask me where at the moment. I do feel and I do cry. Ok not physically cry, but I cry inside all the tears I have never been able to allow myself to shed physically they are shed deep within my soul, my heart, my entire being. *end the all the ghost of ex gf past can kiss my ass rant*

went to the apartment got chris up and out of the apartment. talked about staying there, went saw hp4 again. we had an hour window between show time and when we got the tickets so looked around and ended up adopting two baby turtles from a booth....chris named hers blue and mine is crush. yes blue crush...we didn't do it purposely but its cool.

worked today now home to spend time with the kids
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the ghost of you

drip drip drip

the faucet echos

through hollow halls

the silence is unbearable

the wind blows outside

a mournful lamnent for the heart

where are you now?

heaven or hell?

you made your decision

walked out that door

left me all alone....

soon to be two years

since one fate filled night

soon to be one year

since the day i laid you to rest

february...two years

march....one year

even in the grave you kill me

you dig at the corners of my mind

stab at my heart because i can't make it right

light if only i could make it right

you made your decision

you decided to leave

then decided to leave forever

left me to clean up the mess

my heart broken shattered lying on the floor

and all i can ask, all i can say is this

why? why do I still care? why do I still mourn?

i held your hand through everything

never leaving you despite the pain in my heart

the knife in my back, and the blood pouring because of you

and now when all i want to do is move on

your ghost, your memory,

the memory of what could have been

the ghost of you and me...wont let me go.

dedicated to Stacey,

my first love. may you rest in peace.

im sorry i couldn't save you...

im sorry i couldn't be more...

im sorry i wasn't who you needed me to be...

but baby let me be, please set me free

the guilt...the torment...it twists the knife

it was never my fault

you decided, not i

you betrayed my heart

and yet I am still the one paying for it.


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the Graveside
I look out into the night
heres my heart story unfold
the hills are silent
and the mist of night rolls
the moon my silent sentry
and the stars are my hope
I stand at the crest
the wind playing with my hair
I stare out into the emptiness
take a deep breath of cold air
close my eyes tears falling
i am alone, and you are not here
you will never stand by me again
hold my hand and be my anchor
heres to the memmories
i wish for more
knowing it wont be granted
to just look into your eyes
here is the ending
of a chapter in my life
a year, where has it gone
whose the stranger in my mirror
i'm wandering lost and forlorn
hope is the cruelest master
i open my eyes and look down
where you forever lay
my knees buckle
and i collapse once more
sobs rack my bones
the winds gentle caress soothes me
i hear something in the wind
your love for me and sorrow
'live my child, live for me,
and sorry I can't be there'
it whispers lovingly in my ears
i look up and see an aparition
its blown away in the wind
like a fleeting memory
breathing deeply I arise once more
look into the sky at the moon
I close my eyes and nod
a silent understanding
saying a silent prayer
I open my eyes
standing till the dawn
sunrise my new beginning
as the sunrises I walk into it
my head held high
its the beginning of a chapter
my story ending isn't written yet
yours was written a year ago
I will do what you wish and live
carrying a part of you with me
always and forevermore
 
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Every Morning
I look into the mirror
Its cracked and broken
Lying shattered on the floor
A steady beat is heard
Deep from within
The monster howls
And crawls its way out
Lost, its all lost.

Here I stand on the edge
Looking into the chasam
The deep abyss just under my toes
I tip toe down the line
Playing russian roullette
And today there is a strong wind
Off balanced an my arms swinging
Here I go its all spinning, down.

Where is my innocence?
Dead eyes stare back
From the pieces of mirror
Lying shattered and broken on the floor
A complete stranger to the world
The dreams of a child are no more
Disillusioned childhood shattered in a blast
Forever lost, innocence gone.

There I go flying down
Into the abyss of my own creation
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
And I'm about to hit the bottom
Its coming closer I brace for pain
Here comes the jagged edge
And I'm about to eat the first class meal
Thud thud BOOM

And the world goes black
I've fallen once more
Into my own personal damnation
My nightmare is real
My innocence is lost
Nothing but darkness surrounds me
The child is crying in the dark
And no one, can save me this time


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hospital trip # ....... I can't remember

My brother is back in the ICU.


Stupid dumbass thought it find not to do his blood tests for his diabetes hes lucky hes fucking alive....


ugh...just when life was getting bearable this happens


if i was talking to you a few nights ago i apologize power went out and then the next few days was my brother being sick and then in the hospital...still is. ....ugh

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