My World

6 Jul 2010

Here's a depressing little diddy that wasn't fit to be called a love poem:

My World

It’s like a sickness what it does to my head.
These highs and lows everything from euphoria to dread.

Right when I think everything is just fine.
And I feel very secure knowing exactly what is mine.

The rug gets pulled out from underneath of me.
Then once again I’m saying let’s just wait and see.

I’m so very weary of this crazy ride.
It makes me feel like I want to run and hide.

Not at all head strong like I usually am.
I retreat into myself and I just don’t give a damn.

Maybe it’s depression or longing for things I can’t have.
That kills all my desires and makes me feel sad.

As each dream dies I get a little more numb.
Wondering what in the world is it that I have become.

Still there is this spark of hope deep inside that won’t die.
But it always leaves me asking the question “Why?”

Why can’t my world be a little bit stable?
With all the extra things that I bring to the table.

I guess I’ll keep on chasing all of my dreams.
Until I get what I want and my heart once again beams.

Bunny12

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6 Jul 2010

wow that was deep

16 Jul 2010

Not Fine

They all say you are strong you will be just fine.
But every facet of my world has blown up all at the same time.

Everything I thought I always knew.
In the very worst way has come true.

These dreams I’ve had from long ago.
About my sis and my pet have made my heart sink low.

Everything seems to be coming to fruition.
I hate my fucking spot on intuition.

It predicts all the bad things that will be.
But won’t let me know when I will see it.

Even though I know in advance it always takes me by surprise.
And I can never ever see though deception and lies.

I feel defeated and without direction.
I’m in a situation not of my own election.

I’m so home sick longing for something I know.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel the darkness it grows.

Maybe everything will work out and be just right in the end.
My sis will get well, my pet will be alright with a word that he sends.

I’m exhausted and weary but I can’t sleep.
My heart is so sad I just want to weep.

I’m not really as strong as they think.
I feel like I’m treading water and I’m starting to sink.

I am thankful for the support that I do have.
From my hubby and slaves Cris and Marc I am so glad.

Even that dirty boy Jack I thought I was though with.
Came to rescue me with one of his naughty gifts.

They are the ones that are keeping me going.
But what is driving me crazy is this constant not knowing.

Bunny12

Bunny Rabbits cute and fuzzy they want to love you but they have razor sharp teeth - don't piss them off!