Goodbyei looked at the doorand rocked as i did as achildjust one more thing before you go;i never loved like i did withyou.i curled up thenand looked at the emptyhousejust one more thing before you go;i never wanted someone like i wantedyou.i peeked then with my eyesblurred with tearsat the driveway you just pulledout ofjust one more thing before you go;i won't feel safe without youhere.i got up and walked to the bathroomand your toothbrush was stilltherejust one more thing before you go;i'll never feel again.i took your old picture off of the walland sat and cried until the glass wasblurry and foggedjust one more thing before you go;i wish things could have beendifferent.i started to watch the old movies you leftthat i never wanted to watch with youbeforejust one more thing before you go;i wish i could see you again.where are youi hope your trip was alrightjust one more thing before we saygoodbye;i'll miss you.
AngelicaAngelica (My Final Prayer)Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call?Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all?Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind?Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leaveWas dying really the only way to save your sanity?Angelica you'd died of a heartbreak I'll never understand.You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul,Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole?In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed?And is anyone up there giving you the bandages you need?Have they wiped the dirt of heartbreak yet so far away?Are you beautiful again my love? Can you stay that way?Has heaven purified you so that you'll never hurt again?Is it really a new beginning, or…is it just the end?Angelica, do you miss me, up in the sky so free?When it rains down on the earth, is tha
ConfusionConfusionSpinning doorsSpinning floorsIm going around againIn these circlesOf suicide and lustSuicide andill-fated chastitySuicidelost virginityIm going around in circlesCircles I cant ignoreTheyre taking me faster than I should ever goSo I can see no more why ...Ive forgotten why you love meAnd Ive forgotten love itselfAnd I wish I could shut up the telephoneRinging, ringing Ringing in my earsSomething I cant ignoreThese circles of suicideAnd ill-fated virginityForgotten chastitySwim around my spiralsOf love too far my seniorShut the doors of optionsFor behind numbers1, 2, and 3theres nothing for mebut forgotten chastityvirginity; dead to mejust some romanced lost virginityTwo weeks gone by, the doors all closedTwo weeks gone by ofindifferencebut somewhere beyond the calm surfaceare oceans rippling with fearand I know it when I look in your eyesI can see you spinningSpinningI can see you spiraling out of controland youre reaching f
Making TimeVacation with the Buxleys was unbearable. They were all about numbers. 197 miles to Scottsbluff. 24 minutes to the next Flying J. Barometric pressure is 29.1 and dropping. And they didn't just talk numbers; they brawled numbers. If any of the three Buxley machines - man, woman, or prepubescent - committed an error minute as a hundredth of a percent, it was the job of the other two to gang up on the mistaken party and chastise until all of their boxy foreheads were dewy with computational perspiration. This is why I hadn't said anything in 150 miles. 156, to be exact.What started as a well-meant ploy by my mother to get me out of town for a week had now escalated into a hostage situation. I was perched in the backseat of a plasticky SUV with a strange family, afflicted with reading-in-the-car queasiness and a terminal no-rest-stop-for-300-miles bladder infection. My trip was spent staring absently out the window, pointedly avoiding any sort of dialogue with the Buxleys' ghastly, rabbit
I can't believeIt's always there inside my mind.Somewhere buried deep inside.In movement, gestures, songs and sound -his smell, his voice can always be found.I see his face in everyone's eyes.His rich brown iris staring at mine.Mountains and valleys, we drudged throughtogether. He said he could watch mesleep forever.Words dripped from his mouth,like honey so sweet. His arms weremy haven, my home, my retreat.It was he alone who saw me cry, he'sthe only thing i felt inside. "Love"was the name he coined for me, theworlds' what he showed me, howbeautiful it could be.But his fate was sealed - an unplanned choiceNo more smiles, no more voice.That night i remember, as clear as a crystal,how your hands shook as you caressed the pistol.The air outside was sticky and warm, andon my way over it started to storm.The thunder clapped, and the windcut me in two, but i didn't notice -only thinking of you.I got to your door, i knockedbut no answer. I found your key underthe planter.I walk