i never wanted to be a doctor or an electrician
neither a plumber or a paint or a politician
i never wanted to play sports or be a musician
the only difference between us i had ambition
i never wanted to be the person in ur position
i wanted to achieve things in my life get recognition
ya a amateur living in the second diversion
doing all the hard work on a poxy commission
taking all the risk giving the Feds ammunition
going before the judge being sent to prison
cant doing nothing unless ya have permission
every thing ya do has got a new condition
every night if ya listen someone will be getting molested

I lived without your love
But now I can't get enough
Forever a memory
For now and every day's destiny
I want you near
Without you I can't face the fear
I'm lonely and in need
And my only can set me free

Its name... What is its name? It only hears a desperate whistle
Who owns this clothing that tightly hugs its back and sheers its front?
Who is this "me" it longs to remember? Questions...Questions...
It fears the ghostly moon as it stomps in the dark and windy street with golden sinful locks and smeared black tired eyes.

'God... Who is this being?' it asks a stray cat that loiters the back alley of Vatolli's Italian Cuisine
Walking...
It has stowed a book beneath its cradle, a springy mattress of no true owner
The big man in pimped-purple swag garmented in strings of gold and jewels--is he God?

Come lay you on my bed of broken glass
I only breathe your air and feast your married blood
To sooth my mind and curse my lips
The dawn is breaking and soon the flood
Will drown us, at one with the mud

Shakes his blanket
dusts off his blood and existance
I howl at the moon in satisfaction and disgust
'twas never love just time consuming lust

Staring at her, the flood I shake and bow
I thanked her, the flood, walked away and sighed, "Wow".

-islandgirl_meets_cupid
(Breanna-Rose)

The drive down to the pull-up was a long one. Curving Hill side roads and underpasses, sharp corners and tunnels. Then came the long 40 minute halt at Zorba Creek, which was famous for moonlight lovers. The road was winding steep and high and Macy had to reach the pull-up by 9am. All the more, it was drizzling today and the road was wet making it very difficult for her to manoeuvre her 2000 Ford Explorer.

The pull-up was an old, refurbished tavern renovated with an outdoor and indoor seating space. Colored chairs and wooden tables were spread out to cover the roadside. The indoors lacked color but was still an attraction to its passers.

5:30am | Brokasia

It was one of those damp mornings that she had to get up to. Rising from her Murphy bed to open her thick draped curtains and letting in the twilight before sunrise filter in. Macy hated getting up early and the drizzling rain made driving down the hill even more difficult.

A small room, cramped with all her belongings and her childhood memories made up of all her possesions that she safeguarded from this materialistic world. Polaroid Pictures could be seen pinned up, hiding half of her tainted wall paper.

Working at Gary's pull-up was not the ideal job she dreamt off but it covered alot of her expenses as he new her parents. Macy was content with her life for now but wanted so much more. She recalls her first crush at Bimbo Bar downtown Brokasia where she met Steve. A 6ft 2'' Tall, fair and handsome pub owner.

Enter into my demise
I lay down to closed eyes
I turn to the other side
To keep the hurt I have aside

I try to hide from you
The hurt I felt, and Pain too
But I had a feeling that you already knew
The emotions I was going through

But still I refused to show
What you had come to already know
I can't seem to let them go
Even though the feelings tell me so

I wish I could tell you how I felt
Of all the pain that I had been dealt
I have too many problems on this belt
And my heart has already began to melt

It's too late to explain all the pain now
My brain is going insane and so I take this vow

U r just simply amazing, never thought someone can make so much difference in my life
but u do honey, u make ordinary days speical, u bring smile on my face til it hurts my cheeks...
In ur arms, i feel so comfort n secure, for a moment i forget abt the world around me, n just be in our own world, where i see everythin differnt...u showed me a beautiful world which i always saw in my dreams, never thought it wud be soo nice to be in tat world in real...

Before i met u, never realise how can someone make me smile for no reason, but honey u make me smile without a reason, just seen ur face or hearing ur voice even ur thoughts bring a smile on my face....

Show me a truthful man
with a truthful smile
and no secrets
i want to know that when i look into your eyes
im looking at you
and not a barrier protecting deciept, and selfishness
i want to know that your touch is a touch of love
not lust
let your words be honest
without guilt
let your present be pure
may our future never be tarnished
let your lips taste of honey
so pure as your hearts intent
may you take my hand and lead me to happiness
fill my heart with joy and not suspicion and sorrow
for this is the man that i want for tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow
tomorrows man will be a truthful man

bleeding heart

My heart bleeds Not blood No pain or emotion, It crys like a waterfall pouring into the ocean, Not Broken By some witch with a heart cold as stone, Not rejected by a temptress left buried alone, My heart bleeds desire a pleasent emotion, a dreaming fascination that lead to explosion, I gave you my heart and you held on to it forever, and now that its yours may our love bleed forever