Diary of Juliet

Nothing stops the sadness,

Nothing dulls the pain.

Nothing makes this go away,

I'll always be insane.

I'm sorry I won't be out today,

I'm sorry if I swore.

I'm sorry that I'll never be,

The way I was before.

I've had it with the promises,

I've had it with the lies.

I've had it, and I just don't care,

If everyone else dies.

If I could be with him one day,

If I could stop the tears.

If I could just be happy,

I could soften all your fears.

But nothing stops this madness,

But nothing dulls this ache.

But nobody would stop me if,

It was my life to take.

The First Break

I kiss you goodnight, because I love you,

I tell you you're right, because I love you.

I build your self esteem, because I love you,

I call you my dream, because I love you.

The "forever" promises make me cower, because you hurt me,

I cherished every god-forsaken hour, but then you hurt me.

Now I struggle to keep the tears at bay, because you hurt me,

And it's for your loneliness I pray, because you hurt me.

I cry myself to sleep, because I hate you,

And your secrets I still keep, although I hate you.

The apology, I refuse to receive, because I hate you,

But I can't bring myself to ever leave, because I still love you.

American Family Values of the 21st Century

From diet pills and marijuana to the cute boy with the mustang being more important than the family dinner, American family values have done their best to be the best at being worst. The days of the white picket fence dreams are long gone from our society and Sparky the dog has become the rottweiler from hell. From the Parent Trap princess to the queen of Narcotics Anonymous, celebrities are living proof that America’s educational system works perfectly.

Much like our economy, our family values are, as Bush would say, severely disincreasing. With the percentage of accidental pregnancies being higher than a stoner, STDs are a significant factor of our new generation. With family time nearing extinction faster than the polar bear, there’s more time for procrastinating on homework with video games, and that important business meeting that Dad had to stay late for that has as much to do with business as a llama. So, as you can see, the world is a doorstep and America and it’s values are the flaming dog turd that rests upon it. Oh, dear.

Scars and Scares

Words written on the walls,
Some are big, others small.
Time goes by, they never fade,
It's been years, they've always stayed.
Someone whispers the magic phrase,
It always seems their voice is raised.
Emotions churn as I work to adjust,
The wheels turn like they're covered in rust.
Words that only I can hear,
Fear comes, as do tears.
These words steal control, their only fee,
Please, oh please, don't hurt me!

The Same Difference

The same arms that could constrict me,
Instead cradle me so gently.
The same eyes that could pierce through me,
Instead regard me fondly.
The same shouting voice that could send chills down my spine,
Instead soothes, keeping my heart in line.
The same person who tears themselves up so easily,
Instead stays alive for me.

When to Remember

When to Remember
When the lights go out, and you feel all alone,
When your fear kicks up as you reach for the phone.
Remember when we didn't only talk at night,
Remember when we spoke softly through the morning light.
When you reluctantly start to say goodbye,
When your heart sinks as you close your eyes.
Remember that first night, we stayed up so late,
Remember we held each other, so aware of our fate.
When the first tears come, as you begin to quake,
When the sobs take over, as you pretend you're not awake.
Remember her face, all the pain she endured,
Remember her love, a force so pure.
When that pain begins to haunt your dreams,
When your heart threatens to tear at the seams.
Remember her smile that we all adored,
Remember my hand, always wrapped tightly in yours.
When you start to feel broken, so far from repair,
When you feel so shaken, lost, in despair.
Remember, as your life thrashes like a wave with the tide,
Remember, I'm right there, crashing again and again, right at your side.
-Tawnie
I love you, Brent.
In Loving Memory of Marilyn Brown.

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