I’m not just your average girl

Not the typical conservative

I’m special

I’m unique

There’s no one else like me

i live, I laugh, I love

I’ve got a heart

And I’m not afraid to wear it on my sleeve

I’m here one second

And gone the next

My mind moves 105 miles per hour

There’s no slowing down

There’s no turing back

Once my minds made up

Thats the way it is

If I say I’ll be there

I’ll be there

I’ll never be late

On time if not early

I’m a girl of my word

Looking to the past

I see how and why I ran so fast

It was hard to face the pain

But no longer could I live my life in vain

Some things were wrong

And few were right

Tonight I must own up

No one can take this fall

It was ment for me

So now I must leave

I can not make a brighter future

If I can’t face my dark past

All I can do

Is hope to make things right

But that will not be up to me

Not tonight

Forgiveness

Is so hard to find

But in my heart

I carry regret

A grain of sand

Slips through the hour glass

Standing alone

Watching time pass

Wondering

Lost

But never broken

Shamed

Never with out pride

A few last grains

And I’ll be free

What has time given to me

So much I don’t want to leave

Just a few more seconds now

Wait I say

I’m not done

I grab the hour glass

Throw it to the ground

My life is mine

You can’t take it

I control my dreams

I control my fate

No more

Will I watch the time

Sometimes deep in the shadows of my mind

I see a world where the sun has never shined

Where colors combine together to create …

A Realistic Illusion.

When night becomes darker

And I see the colors of many

And shadows of plenty

And with the mind

I see colors combine together to create…

A Realistic Illusion.

 By: Dominique Jorgensen

the tea was warm and delicious on the tongue

"let me play an album" she said on a spontaneous

moment in mid speech

the lights were low and there was a single large vanilla

candle burning on the mantle

the needle dropped

the hiss began clicking with dust

Bryan Ferry’s "Avalon" begun to play

my truck was framed by the streetlight

outside

"So do you like it?" she asked hesitantly

"Yes..I used to own this album in fact.. its one of my

she idles down and stops

drifts slowly

speedometer "O"

"Goddammit"

she slips behind the wheel

while i dip under the car

unfolding my stainless knife

"Okay!"  I yell

as i connect the two points across

the starter

Sparks fly as the metal arcs and burns

oldsmobile running smooth as a kitten

i climb in toss the knife on the floor

its got great chunks from the blade

wont shut now

we are off though

My melancholy gets it’s start,

when the past and it’s fragments flow

from the hole in my heart.

Night after night I think of you,

as if you’re some sort of ink

from a permanent tatoo.

So deep, you’re under my skin,

and the sad part of it is

I can’t see where I begin.

My definition gets hazy,