Thursday, May 30, 2002

Six years of friendship flushed down the toilet because you decided to be a shithead

Six years of trust broken because you crossed the line

Six years of respect forgotten as you metaphorically spit in my face

Six years.

Six fucking years.

I hope you're fucking happy.

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

IF I said:
"Fuck me."
Would you?

AND IF I said:
"Have sex with me."
Would you?

BUT IF I said:
"Make love to me."



...Would you?


Don't worry little bitch...
I'll claw your eyes out when you least expect it.
I wonder if your forked tongue will continue to spit venom
when it is separated from your body?
We shall see.
I'm not sure whether I want to mount your head on my wall
Or stake it out in my front yard on a pike.

You crossed me.
Deal with it bitch.

Keep your eyes open or else you'll lose them.
Keep your guard up.

Continue to think of me as insignificant; please
It will be that much more fun for me
To educate you otherwise.

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

be wary of me, stranger
tread lightly around me
i am small and easily overlooked, i know...
like a scorpion, you won't know i'm there
until i strike.

you think that i am insignificant, ignorant
you believe that i am blind
...or maybe you think that i do not notice
but you are mistaken.

you are playing with fire and
you do not yet know what you are dealing with
but i know how hot the fire burns
because i am the fire
and i will scar you deeply

be wary of me, stranger
i do not take kindly to your games
and i do not find you amusing
do not cross me
you will not like me when i am angry
because i will make your life a living hell

trust me.

heed the warning.
move along.

find someone else to play with
because i'm not someone you want to anger.

Sunday, March 31, 2002

when dreams become reality
and love becomes desire
the heat is more than you can bear
and your love is measured in sweat
when you strain against each other
and try to become one
the most beautiful thing you can hear...


is your name.

Monday, March 11, 2002

i remember

and even though it hurts me
i look at the pictures
and sift through my memories
knowing that i'm not the only one to do so
especially today

i wonder

who your wife would have been
what your children would have looked like
you would have been a great dad, i know
but your life was cut too short
six months ago to the day

i remember...especially today.

Monday, March 04, 2002

i wanna be your dog
cuz maybe then you'll notice me
treat me nice and stay with me
hold me in high regard
i wanna be your dog
so then i'd get loved

i wanna be your dog