Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Almost Famous

SIGH! Fab inspiration for the new year!
What a perfect 100th post long live Ms.Kate Hudson

Monday, December 28, 2009

Call me when you're sober

I give up
My hands I wipe clean
Of the mess before me
preaching doesn't help
Pleading makes it worse
You act as if I'm trying to crucify you
The one driving the nails
In that coffin you are so hell bent on getting
"Live fast die young"
That's your new motto
Let that be engraven upon your tombstone
Remember now
I'm not your girl friend
I'm not your babysitter
And I am sure as hell not your mother
So go take another hit
And watch me walk away
I'm glad my concern amuses you
you break my heart
Because I have to sit here and watch you go down in flames
Take a swig of jack
Now go light yourself on fire
You pressed the button for
Self destruction
But darling you could've called me....

Sunday, December 13, 2009

The reigning quote of 2009

"What I need. me personally, is a loft in Europe and an adopted child and some good wine."-JF

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Monkey Rises

Hate will kill you
before death marks you off her list
to dive deeper into the hurt
never letting go
like 3eb
won't is the key word
the mirror is shattered
everyday a shard of glass is needed
to slice across a scar
it's opened frequently
sometimes hourly
because it just feels so good to hurt
clinging to the past
throwing away the opportunites the present brings about
self depracating to a fault
the way the hair winds around a finger
it goes round like a ferris wheel
representing life
the ups the downs
the highs are the downs
being happy is too easy
a fix is crazed
a bottle marked DRAMA
drink a little
twice a day EVERYDAY 
just like the doctor prescribed
oh looky here
how the mighty will fall
we've raised an entire generation of Hemingway's

Dedicated to Monkey

Sunday, December 6, 2009


I hate this feeling
the phrase you fall in love with what you focus on
chokes me with tighly gloved hands
I clutch tightly to my little book
and for once running is a good thing 
too bad you know me well enough
that you see past my lying blue eyes
and another one bites the dust