Touch me

I didn't say enough this night...

You're beautiful anyways.

Dear Him...

Some nights I pretend you only say the things I want to hear....


It makes sleeping even harder.

A nap

My mouth has tasted of sleep all day.....

What she does...

She's sitting by the phone,
She's not crying just yet,
But, that's the plan for the night,
Everytime someone calls and it's not him,
Cuz, he doesn't bother, or he doesn't care....

4:48 PM

Sending a telegram back to Moscow, what do you want it to say?
Tell the wife and the kids that I love them...
And that I saved the day.




The mission was a success. We have liqudated Chernobyl.
The atom has given up.

And now so must you.

Desires

I want a man to call me his,
Or maybe just to be a whore,
To show everyone that I'm not so strong,
I want to live below your expectations,
To proove that I was right when I said,
I'll never be good enough,
This hearts too small to hold you,
But I love you anyways

my lover is missing

Kick me, at your feet,
My dear,
I'm a dog for you,
Panting,
A bad slut,
You could do anything to me,
I look at it darkly,
And I open my eyes under the wave,
And I'm scared I'll drown,
And I'm hoping for the same thing

A thought

I remember
That yesterday, when I was crying, thinking that the only thing that would actually help
would to be to slide out of his arms, and at least pretend I wasn't desprate for him every second of my life
but, I'm not as strong as I pretend to be, and, that was impossible.

Doodle 3

Last one from my trip, I don't feel like it's finished.. Keep guessing....

doodle 2

Still more doodles... Guess again

Doodle 1

I doodle a lot. 3 guesses who's eyes I want on this...

Today is Sunday

Return,
Breath,
I'm panting,
Have I ever needed anything more?
What is my air?
It makes me see blue,
And this lady, she's inside my eyes,
She wants,
Return,
Air,
You look so sweet when you're sleeping...

Vacation....

almost 20 hours on a bus, ehh, prolly much more than that. Lots of doodling and writing to be done on days like that...

Eyepatch-
Let me see,
how this silly thing inside me,
beats,
just trim away layers of skin,
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light,
No, no, I won't be screaming,
just cut me open,
I need to see,
And, oh, I can see the worry,
And your face is the light at the end,
Of my tunnel vision,
Eyes, your worried my dear,
Please, I've not screamed yet,
It's not your fault,
Just cut me open,
And then you'll see