That Girl

She has perceptions on which she wishes to build a constituency.

If Only I Had an Enemy Bigger than My Apathy

Sometimes I wish I could say I felt something more than I do, if only to silence you.  At one time, I made a choice to be numb and now it is a thing that has become me.  I refuse to carry your burden.  I refuse to be the catch you are fishing for when you cast your line.  If there is a response you seek from me, just tell me as much.  However, if you demand to illicit a certain response from me, I'm afraid you may find yourself disappointed. 
I see the tears fall down your cheeks, and I know you perceive your emotions to be sadness and fear.  I perceive them as pathetic.  I see you as confused, and lost for something you are wanting.  Why do you feel entitled? Where did that idea come from? How quickly your inability to cope becomes my inability to sympathize.  Point your finger and dry your face.  Make anger your emotion and choose to decide.  Your attack of my apathy is ironic indeed.  If I am apathetic to your strife, would I also be apathetic to your blame?

This Time

This time I smile in the rain.

This time I insist on being treated respectfully.

This time I know he loves me.

This time I'm not waiting to be hurt, or left, or lonely despite his company.

This time I laugh from my belly.

This time I have remained true to myself.

This time I am not afraid.

Give Up

...Well you are my accuser, now look in my face,

Your oppression reeks of your greed and disgrace,

So one man has and another has not,

How can you love what it is you have got,

When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor?

Liars and thieves you know not what is in store.

There will come a time I will look in your eye,

You will pray to the God that you've always denied...

Press Repeat

One of my favorites:

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Weep for yourself, my man,
you'll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you're not as brave as you were at the start

rate yourself and rake yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems
that you made in your own head

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my...

tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you'll never settle for any of your scores

your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my dear?
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?

but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
didn't I, my dear?
didn't I, my dear?

Sweet Tooth

I think about you from time to time. 
I wonder when you are going to realize that he's not yours.  How much longer will you be able to lie to yourself?  You know he's not the one you're supposed to be with.  You know he's not your soul mate...yet you'll continue to lie to yourself to present some transparent facade.  I wonder how much of your youth; how much of your beauty you'll lose before you finally admit the truth that resonates in your soul...before you'll no longer be able to suppress that voice that tells you that you can not honestly see yourself growing old with this man.  Your God? You speak of your God to a point where it chokes me and it chokes those around you!  You are searching for something to believe in because you surely can't believe in yourself!  Why? Because all you do is lie to yourself.  You speak of your God and point your finger at others, saying words as though you stand on a higher moral ground than those heathens around you.  In your Christianity and your 'Holy Bible' you are taught that your God dwells within you.  You can feel the presence of the Holy Spirit within you! Hallelujah Praise Baby Jesus~  If your God dwells within you, then you are not only lying to yourself and those around you, you are also lying to your God.  Is there a thing more forgivable than divorce? Is lying to your self, your family, your friends...your God...more forgivable than admitting you've made a mistake and remedy with divorce? 
I do think about your from time to time, but just as easily...I forget about you.

The God Walkers

They went forth and spewed offspring from their loins.  They spread their disease into the heredity of the next generation.  They poisoned their minds with entitlement, self pity, Christianity, destruction, narcissism, and messianic complex.  No path laid before them...but behind them lay a path lined with their sickness and their evil.  Their murder and their bloodshed.  Along that path lay the ones they have used and forgotten. That path is stained with the lying tongue of promises never meant to be kept.  The stones darkened by the wet of tears fallen from eyes who trusted....eyes that believed...eyes that honored.  These dark eyes are dry now.  These feet stand firm now.  These hands are tight with fists.  I have learned.  I know your lies.  I smell them on your breath.  Your feet are a privilege for which you have not earned.  Creatures in your likeness are meant to slither upon the earth on their bellies.  Take your aim~ you soulless bastards.  Steady your hands~ you cold blooded, venomous creatures.  You had best point your daggers and strike me true. You had best lay my body upon this earth.  May your God grant you mercy, should you miss. For I shall not.