Good Morning
I awoke to the sun on my face
your soft breath on my neck
I felt you love you me
As I turn to you I breathe your air
and you breathe mine
It’s not selfish
because we are one
As we stare into each others eyes
And peer into each other soul
We slightly press closer
You gently brush those few hairs from my face
I smile slightly
as our lips touch softly together
Good Morning! ❤
XOXO
Misty
The Remorse (part 2)
Read part one first. This is in two parts.
Guilty is your conscience
making words inside your head
not even thinking
of the person that is dead
Not even caring about
the price you’ll have to pay
but there has to be something better
in each passing day
Sitting in solitude
face to face with yourself
unfortunately all that you have now
is probably your health
So day by day
the time goes by
missing those times
you sat and got high
Total frustration of being stuck
there is more to this
it is not just your luck
Wondering why
you fucked up so bad
wondering why
you got so fucking mad.
THE END
The Kill (part 1)
I’m starting to think I had some issues as a teenager. Ha ha! Honestly I like to think I was just as creative then as I am now. So I am going to share this poem with you. It is part one of a two-part poem (so don’t forget to read part 2) written by me in 1994.
Saying goodbye to you
listening to the number one band
holding the anger
by the knife in my hand
Thinking so clearly
thoughts going through my head
wondering what you are going to look like
when you are dead
Total excitement
beating hard is my heart
im wondering just where
did this all start
The smell of dead
floating in the air
no one will notice today
because no one wants to care
Saying goodbye to you
listening to the number one band
holding the anger
in the palm of my hand
So yes it is intense but will be interesting for those who understand. Stay tuned for part 2.
Colorado Shooting- Our hearts go out to all that hurt
It is such a nightmare
the distress that happened on that night
so many smiling faces
no evil acts insight.
There is no way to imagine
just how you must feel
we understand it expends you
we too wish it wasn’t real.
Our hearts go out to all that hurt
you are prayed for every day
would love to reach out to each of you
but realize there are no right words to say.
As best that we can say we are sorry
it is an ache that no one should have to bare
although we may not know you personally
we really truly care.
No one of us can relate exactly
to this Colorado crowd
but hope they all realize
their strength makes us proud!
Misty
July 2012
Bullshit Trap
Wish the sky would open up and swallow you
when you open your bullshit trap
wish you could feel your own words coming back at you
like sharp spears of hate
I envision your lips falling to the floor
melting slowly
seeing you beg pitifully with that glaze about your eyes
When your ignorance hurts
and your own pain starts to bend another heart wrongfully
you are weakened, disrespected, putrid
and my thought of you shall never, ever, be the same.
Misty