Sharonisarockstar’s blog

you leave a horrible taste in my mouth and an unsettled feeling in my gut.  all this clicking around and picking apart of events that happened is making me feel like a mad man.  The more i fuss the bigger the mess and I'm starting to realize it's better left undone.  The frog that swam and swam and found himself on a lump of butter didn't tell you that in the end he died of cardiac arrest.  His heart beat right out of chest and he swam in vain and died just the same.  I'm not cleaning up the mess for some lucky next on your list and I'm not going to sit here and feel like shit.  This story has no end .. no version to model... a cultural tale of unstructured suffering.  It's all in vain and there's no humbleness in the pain.  You don't exist anymore than my future does.

Rain reminds me why.

im not at all surprised that the same voice would flow from the same mess of hair

Love isn't and flowers

i meant to keep my enemies closer and i let one slip right out the door.  this isn't a competition but i hear pencil against paper and it sounds like someone is definitely keeping the score.  A bear in the woods or a bear in the hood..? she's got both on me and i've learned that three is way more than company.  I never believed in tit for tat but Ive been keeping hatch marks for days and I've been studying her secret plays and she's definitely due for a win.  Slow and steady may win the race but to go down in history you've got to spit on the umpires shoes and kick a little dirt.  While I was rounding third and headed into home plate she was causing a ruckus and sealing her fate.  No one even saw me as I scored and I added three points to the board to no avail...... it's a sad sorry tale because while I was playing by the rules she was playing everybody for fools....  I was one of them.

do not tell me rest in peace because i will be taken care of and every hair on my head will be present and accounted for.  Do not wish my time were longer and sing a heavy hearted song at my funeral.. it were what it were and it will be what it is.... do not waste your time feeling sorry for me or my life that ceased... wish everyone else left some PEACE.  May THEY rest in peace and enjoy their days and pleasantly go about their ways knowing that I am love and spilling it down and I am the whisper behind every sound.  It may not happen now and I do dread the day but you know how way leads unto way.. or so they say.   

do not tell me rest in peace because i will be taken care of and every hair on my head will be present and accounted for.  Do not wish my time were longer and sing a heavy hearted song at my funeral.. it were what it were and it will be what it is.... do not waste your time feeling sorry for me or my life that ceased... wish everyone else left some PEACE.  May THEY rest in peace and enjoy their days and pleasantly go about their ways knowing that I am love and spilling it down and I am the whisper behind every sound.  It may not happen now and I do dread the day but you know how way leads unto way.. or so they say.   

you exhaust me you start my motor you get me running you spin my wheels and when momentum has me at full speed you duck into the alley and hide out.  You string me along and you get me to spill all over the place and don't bother to clean up the mess.  A piso mojado sign is even too much for you.  You trick me again and again and again I fall for it so maybe its my fault but you always know my weak spots.  You give miniature pep talks and you do it in the form of being evasive and only letting me win one out of five; but that's just enough to keep my hopes alive.  You seriously exhaust me

you exhaust me you start my motor you get me running you spin my wheels and when momentum has me at full speed you duck into the alley and hide out.  You string me along and you get me to spill all over the place and don't bother to clean up the mess.  A piso mojado sign is even too much for you.  You trick me again and again and again I fall for it so maybe its my fault but you always know my weak spots.  You give miniature pep talks and you do it in the form of being evasive and only letting me win one out of five; but that's just enough to keep my hopes alive.  You seriously exhaust me

I report my own fires and fuel them while they come.  I pretend it wasn't me and when they arrive I don't have to flee the scene.  I may have told a little white lie but it's all with good intentions and in the end everyone will make it out alive.  The building will burn to the ground and the white walls will be charred and brown .... every memory will go up in flames and ashes and the firemen will be brave and dashing.  Some call it arson and want to open an investigation while others think I'm innocent and sweet and I'll just let that rest upon their weary imaginations ... because I lit the match and I threw it down after he poured kerosene all over the ground.  You could say that I'm guilty and created my own misery or I could become a hero in the course of history and it really doesn't matter to me because now that it's burnt and gone I am free of all charges and there will be no double jeopardy.. close the books and close the case close your eyes and forget my face because there is now now earthly evidence of you.and.me.