Don’t try to put me in your pigeon hole, don’t tell me how you sold your soul, I don’t really want to know, I’ve got
My husband amassed enough rewards gift cards from work to come up with a couple of dozen roses for me! I’ll take ’em! And
I couldn’t find a wall to push this through, I couldn’t find a star to hang this on tonight. If you were here I’d tell
We like to think, we play to win, it’s call the game, of life, my friend. We take our chances, say our prayers, we’re living
Of the nights I spent in love with you, I could write all day, though hindsight has seen fit to show me, that it was
Praise If you were a poem, If you were a song, I would read you all day, And sing you all night long.
The Keeper A slow and steady flame, Does burn inside this heart, Though with it knowledge came, To rip my soul apart. Of the
I’ll draw a picture of my life, Colors running outside the lines, Bright sun blazing through the downpour, The silver lining leaking out, Running wild
I spent all of twenty minutes, Deciding what to wear, Maybe half an hour, Doing something with this hair, Then rushed through, soggy, rain-slicked
Now you’re on the launchpad, waiting for the rocket ride, and if you play it cool enough, maybe they’ll invite you inside, so deep inside,
It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it
You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice
There will no more be, these roads away from me. I haven’t time, you see, I’m fifty.
For those of you following my webpage, I’m going to be taking an extended hiatus from most of my internet activity, presumably at least through
The other day someone shared this great quote from Freddie Mercury that really spoke to me. I’ve found several versions of the quote.