hello?

tell me
if i finely said yes,
could you say no

the stories that fall, laden with your truths
realties from these lips, simple history
known to both

tell me
if i were to say yes
would you say no

the paths we walked
holding others hands
seemingly slip, with ease
from your tales
to mine

tell me
if i could say yes
would you say no

if lessons are things to be learned
and pasts are thing to leave behind
have we learned to let things pass?

tell me
if you said yes
could i say no?

writing to ghost
because they still haunt me

not saying anything to you
because you are worth less

then them

the blood you draw
pales ...... to the pails
that have been drawn previously

sharing with a stranger, who's not so strange

my silence does not negate
my need to speak
you will find my voice, in my actions
that i do not allow my self to display anger
is by no means a display of complacency
i will satiate doubts you announce, with silent momentum
truth be told the more you doubt
the more i will deliver
i beg of you, seek no solace in the harsh words i do not say
place no value in the confrontation i will not pursue
for i am not passively agreeing
my convictions are not easily set aside, as arbitrary
the quite tears that may fall
the catch in my throat, momentarily silencing
is just me, taking in what you believe
acknowledging the power it holds
and patiently thinking out my next move.
familiarity with the doubt of others
has never stopped me,
from toasting the accomplishments i've made
nor sequestered my admiration of others
i do know that there are those who doubt you too
and those that will eternally sing your praises
i expect neither from you.
i do not expect, respect.
i know all too well the consequences, of expectations.

with my head bowed
and my heart in it's place
i have learned to have faith
in what i can do. cause it's amazing what one lil irish girl can do ...its breath taking.

it's a dry red whine

thots lost in time that
wasnt lost
had so much to say
before ........ i tried
furrowed brow
and dry tongue
's all i got

to
explain
what i've never been able to say any way
'magine that

girl left speechless
now theres something to be said about that

was it a dream

as tangible as the words
i can delete with simple key strokes
as concrete as the lives
that simply disappear
as real as these moments are
they each find a place
making history seem like a dream

not a story that is still being told

words from a note

as the summer quietly begins to meld into fall
and the evenings seem to slip in a lil earlier
i am enamored at how quickly time can creep by