a basket of heart,
full of me,
and a rope of hope
tied to the wind.

that's all that i am.

President Obama

i'm not terribly democratic or republican... or even political. i haven't suffered ill effects of the economy down slopping... not that i've noticed anyway. gas went down; that was beneficial. it's slowly climbing, however. so, i didn't attend an inaugural party yesterday or even watch it on tv. i played warcraft instead. i was aware of the day's events, though. i had little faith in GW Bush. especially because of his inability to speak and amazing ability to displace blame. he didn't make me excited to be an American. i did not vote for Obama. i did vote, however. so, i exercised my right to have an opinion, right? my opinion, my soap box, my stance... or whatever you want to call it, is hope. i want to really be proud to be American. this is the greatest empire to have ever been built. we have so many freedoms. things aren't perfect... but, i'm a woman. i'm entitled. i have rights. . . Obama isn't necessarily black.. but he is ethnic... and he's PRESIDENT. how insane is that? it's because this is America. disagree with him if you wish... that is your right... but know that anything is possible. and i have so much hope for us. my candidate didn't win, but change is coming and it's what we all need. despite his presidential style, i think Obama will help us all have faith in us again. i have so much confidence in this new beginning... for America, and for me.

convenience of my solitude

contorted thoughts
mislead him.
full of wrought.

like a spell cast
upon me.
forcing fast

a sincere reaction,
but, faux assumption,
its fruition.

and like an army,
his walls raise.

and like a book,
my eyes read.

_____________________

i can't hide anything.
can I?

heavy

it's a shame such happiness can bring such dread. i touch the fire... again. i'm certain i'd bite it if i could. fuck the fact that it'd burn my lips off. i'd eat that fire. i'd relish in it. later, i'll have a stomach ache. i am the epitome of over indulgence. i'd like to always be rational... think with my head. but, far too often my heart butts in... she's pushy, convincing, and easily weighed down to a heavy load only a lonely girl like me could carry. so much goes on in my life, but her pounding is louder than any siren. she's all i think about. sigh.

and, sadly, i am defined in so few words.

You are the loneliest girl in the world- Cary Brothers

You are the loneliest girl in the world
Taking your hits as they come
You are the loneliest girl in the world
And tonight you'd fall for anyone

It's in the way you fall down to bed
It's in the way you cry when he's not looking

You are the loneliest girl in the world
I'll watch you die a thousand times again
You are the loneliest girl in the world
And I just want to make it go away
And I just want to make it go away