OneHundred And Nine

And She'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.
Then She'll carelessly cut you, and laugh while you're Bleedin'
But She'll bring out the Best and the Worst you can be.
Blame it all on yourself cause She's always a Woman to me.

OneHundred And Eight

Why write something so obvious and clear. Words here have turned to weapons, and I'm afraid of what your pen will write next.
Tearing out pages from your script and telling me it's all wrong.
Excuse me...Excuse me but it looks like you're bleeding.
I am?
Yes, from your hand...
Oh, I tore the words from their page.

OneHundred And Seven

" When I close my eyelids, I see the gray and let it pull me into its nothingness until, the person appears to stain this gray, tainting the dull with infectious red or green or gold. They make it beautiful, and I resent the sun. For when I open my eyes the sun, she steals this peaceful pool of churning enchanted gray. "

When I grow up I would like to paint the eyelids of those who live in gray.

OneHundred And Six

Everything will work out.
I know, it.
My hands are trying not to clasp around your throat.
And then around my own.
I'll sit on them, and keep my mouth wide-shut.
I don't want to speak to you or have anything to do with you.
But I can't get enough of you.
Come, come to see me.
Hold my hands for me.
It's all getting too much, and I don't know who to pick.
Someone needs to pick me.

Quick.
Before it's too late.

S.J.D.K.

OneHundred And Five

I din't mean for it to have been this long.
But things have happened.

Not bad, and not good things.
Things have changed.