Write
a poet i am not;
a story teller i do not aspire to be

i break every writing rule.... i follow no rules here.

my heart speaks, or screams, or sings, or begs, or laughs, or cries.  it depends on the day, the night, the mood, the 'tude, the reason, the season, the crime, the punishment, the violation, the violator..... get the picture?

Your feelings are your own
and your feelings can not be wrong.
Feelings may be misinterpretations;
misunderstandings that should be explored and investigated. 
But feeling it is not wrong.

Reactions are a choice.  Silence is a choice.
Whether it shows on the outside is a choice
Whether you express yourself or not is a choice.
What's happening in the heart, is not a choice. 

if you choose not to express yourself, that is not wrong either. 

however it is unfair and unkind to others in your life if you expect them to react according to how you feel, which you choose not to express.

if you don't like what you read here, don't feel compelled to talk about it elsewhere or make up stories to glorify what you think i'm saying, you're usually wrong anyhow, just get the fuck out!

When are you going to get this and allow yourself to feel..... freely?

Maybe never.

 
FRANKly... it's how i feel today
dead roses in the driveway
condition response
damit damit damit
what should i
$3,700  vs. priceless 
5 months and 19 days
if i
holding on to …… nothing
held hostage by a shithole
are you ever lonely
he's good for me
i can't trust you 
aching to mount that iron horse
how do you tell a friend...
i choose to remember, i want to believe
summer solstice is dark without you
transplanting a memory
12:13PM voice mail
i wonder if you know
anomie
long before i met you
she picked me flowers
egg drop soup
happy birthday to him
will you; he did; i can't
now i lay me down to sleep
nights like this
just think
you're still the one
suicide by radio
achilles heart
ready to run
alive; not living
it's "Time" -- by Bob Miller 
my bad ~ my fault ~ blame me
ya gotta give it up
not you
transitional allowance
undeniably removed
come saturday night
too; too
smoke, think, and dig
scraps, tidbits, and morsels
DEpression DEnial
that much more
goodbye for christmas
a call for Christmas
there is no expression
when is enough.... enough
hide to survive
what family?
critical chamaeleon
forget it
daddy's little girl
i don't wanna be right 
antisocial or safe
to CodyRay on Dec 10th
keep it up
who ARE you
spoiled brat
limbo
Armistice!
what did you expect
silent violence
i know the drill
not what ; how
just friends, or more
i am done
grow up
you cannot afford me
nothing left to say
well trained bitch
i wouldn't date your mother
oh punish me
tick tock
liar liar pants on fire
weakness
a soldier is a soldier is
cracked pots
half worth it
how can i miss you
i can't look
if you know so much
too much too ask
no talking
first time for time
Require more explanation? Try this.
written - haven't published yet
thank you
when ya know you're gonna be okay
daily suicide
your dad still waves
"LOSE my address"
happy father's day... can you feel my sentiments?
happy birthday... to me
happy mother's day... can you hear me thinking?
binary radar
you say... i hear... i think...
water is thicker than our blood
the sacred sister code
best wishes
think it to death
clandestine escapes
not as think as you smart you are
silent abandon
metamorphoses
shoulda, woulda, coulda
can-o-worms
absolutely amazing
 
written - need refining
i have 2
damn bells
courage lost
1440 minits in a day
don't you get it
monkeys
i don't even like you
unnatural attraction
nocturnal animal
too much to ask
i am rich
songs say it better
D d d dysfunction
teeter totter
kill the fu*king elephant
who writes the rules
break the rules
dancing alone
why should i? cuz i have to.
damn it, why not
did you say something
touch you
no threat to you
miss you till i die
i didn't hear a word
addiction to addiction
holy heart
silent chaos
that smell