Broken Pieces (Journal Entry)

I can’t tell if it’s me that is broken or if it’s the world that is broken or if my head is stuck in a box. Or maybe the box is all in my head and I can’t escape because the box makes more sense than the world.

Or maybe we’re all just a bunch of broken pieces scattered in a melee of confusion, trying to connect, yearning to transform into an enchanted castle on a hill, fortified with wisdom and built with enduring love.

I’m a Butterfly (Lyrics)

I’m a caterpillar
I won’t stop until I’m full
I’m a butterfly
My chrysalis will set me free
Won’t you take a step back
And watch as I transpire
Into what I am

My Little Friend (Poem)

Say hello to my little friend
The psalm of my hand in my brain
Never end

The Truth is a work living on
Never sin

Can take what you want
But you can’t ever win

Can’t shake my hand
Can’t take my friend

You can war the whole world
But the world won’t give in

Pull Your Cards (Poem)

Who am I?
But just a simple girl
A simple girl in such an obscene world

Obscene is this world to such a complex girl
I’m so complex in such a simple world

I take one look at such an obscene world
Just one look
Enough to make me hurl

Then I look into my soul
And I see my life’s goal
A goal so complex it’s like a bottomless hole

A hole full of hatred and corruption and sin
A hole so full I don’t know where to begin

But I got a full deck of cards
So let the game begin

No Tellin (Lyrics)

There’s no tellin
Why I can’t look you in your eyes

You tell me something
But I can’t see the truth in your lies

I’ll get through, But
Right now your ignorance is your fall

You take all, But
Your all is never what you give all

So tell me something
Why you can’t do what you say what you gonna do?

Go do you then
I’ll hit back
Get that
Bitch I’m a do you in

Step One: Unmanageability (Twelve Steps)

‘And my life has become unmanageable…’ This is clearly an understatement for the life that I have led since birth. I’ve been a loner, a pessimist, an antagonist, a miserable wretch. I’ve been a liar, a cheater, a wallower in my own self-made dispair. I’ve been a walking, talking, babbling brook of disaster.

Lost in Space (Poem)

How can someone who burns so hot be so cold? How can something that feels so right be so wrong? It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home The further I drift The hotter I burn The colder it gets The more I yearn For something less painful than the stake in my back I can’t relax I can’t look at myself This can’t go on I’m still trying to make sense of it I can’t make amends to it

The Stairway to Serenity (Poem) #WritePhoto

The pathway of destruction is wide
And many are in route

The end looks like the beginning
And the beginning…
A cloud of soot

But the stairway to serenity is more than meets the eye

It spirals up instead of down
And lifts you far up off the ground

The first step is wide
A simple task to catch a grip

Adam and Eve (Poem) #WritePhoto

They were high up on a mountain top
A garden in the sky

Whispering words of wisdom
As far can reach the eye

They had love for all God’s bounty
The curious and little things

Creatures in the valley
Horns, and thorns and wings

But their gift became their Krypton
Curiosity killed their throne

Immaculate Conception (Poem) #WritePhoto

Mountains of Zion
So full of grace
The Lord is with thee

Blessed art thou
In the last days of Rome

For you are the light that shines through the cold

Blessed is your chalice
The cup of your blood

The wine of salvation
The womb of your throne

The dawn of your glory
Like the crimson at dusk