If he calls you pretty
Cut him off
You are far too exquisite for degrading words such as those
If he says he is different
Do not return his call
Those words light a flame of false hope that burns down every wall you've built up
If he does not try to understand
Slam the door in his face
You have no need for a coward

The river flows endlessly droning on
In its never ending song
Roaring like a train
As I flys with the grain
Rumbling swishing flowing
As one, accepting each drop, growing

The river splashes against the rock
The stationary weight
Pulled down by its heavy burdens
The roaring rivers freight

They are seperate elements
Toghether in the stream
The river a gentle blue gasp of life
A crowd of laughing joy
The rock a heavy grey sorrow
Pushing around the crowd
Cracks from the ages
Of river sweeping around
Now and then harsh or gentle
Waves lap against the rock
Smothing holes or cracking edges
Slowly wearing it down
Yet never joining
For they are seperate elements.

A broken relationship
A broken heart
A broken soul
A broken life

A heart can be sewn
A soul can be mended
A life can be repaired
But a relationship takes two people...
And if one isn't willing
It will never be put back together...

water, some take me for granted, but they need me

how many dreams have I been in?

I want go to an airport with a whole truck load of lotion, bags of water and scissors all packed in suitcases.


Just to see securities hilarious reaction

Secrets spoken
Promises broken
Holding your breath
Hoping to forget
About empty frames
And severed chains
And leaving it all behind
Faces gray
That turned away
Paying for a mistake
You didn't mean to make
Drawing the curtain
Hiding your hurting
With the words *"I'm fine"