Some memories are etched into our souls with smoldering, rugged daggers.
and there are days when the scars bleed out; we become weak.
forever . . unwillingly remembering.

© Liz M.

Smooth out this corner here,
soften that curve there...
Ah, perfect.

Says who?

Never define yourself by the man who happens
To be in your life at any given moment.

from "It's Self-Reliance, Girl"

You were a rose bled dry on her own thorns:
Torn by your insights, ripped apart by reality.

From "Jo Betty"

We had gay burglars break into our house last night...
They rearranged our furniture..

The more I hear the word sorry, the less meaning it has to me

My pain becomes their pleasure....

It is not enough
Not to mean to do something.
You must MEAN not to do it!

"Begin with the end in mind"

One life we get, and it, so short,
So fill it with action, as well as thought.