Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Broken heart
Bleeding skin
Everywhere I turn
I only sin.
You don't want to love me
And I understand
But all that I want
Is for everything to end.
Empty words
Lonely soul
Are you happy now
That I'm alone?
Leave me now
To my death
Remember one day I said your name
With my dying breath.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Cold, lost, scared
A bottle of beer
Was waiting for you
But you weren't there.
So I kept drinking
To make it go awayT
he cold hard truth
You didn't care enough to stay.
More and more to drink
And that led to hate
By the time you finally came around
It was much too late.
Rivers of blood
Against pale white skin
Was it true what they say-
That I committed a sin?
When you finally arrived
Was when they took me away
And by that time
There was nothing left to say.
It did kind of make you wish you had stayed.

Monday, March 19, 2007


I’ve been wearing my tears
On my face
Like a shining


It always starts as irritation
And then it explodes
Sharp with spikes
Shredding through the center of me
It contracts to the point where I am tightly compacted
A singularity
To which all outside stimulus
Causes further collapse.


How much of life
Is simply perception?
The sightssoundssmellstastestouchesemotions
Distilled to the

Thursday, March 15, 2007

I Cannot Give You.

You are alone,
your tears fall.
Unheeded you scream
into the wind.
You rail against
what life has handed out.
I listen and
I reach out.
You push me away.
You are grasping,
for something to hold.
I offer my hand,
and you slap at it.

You want comfort,
you want answers.
These are questions,
I have no answer for.
You want to know,
where I stand,
on your concerns.
I stand here!

You question,
you accuse.
You demand,
you require.
I have nothing,
absolutely nothing
left to give.

There is no comfort to give,
there is not answer to satisfy.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

'these bones'

Snapping,cracking, popping
Carrying,holding & dropping
jagged, sharp & pointed
these bones have been appointed
Pins & neddles for fingertips
A spatula-like shovel for the hips
Legs look like a ball & chain
A back hunched up, sometimes in pain
Elbows that threaten to maim & mar
Some... once broken, bare no scar
Ribs rippled like a stone-skipped pond
an eggshell casing has been conned
Into covering a mind with it's bone
And, protecting this little heart of stone

:) Skinnylittleblonde

Monday, March 5, 2007

Simple Pleasures

I close my eyes,

feel the breeze.

I stand motionless,

things I can hear,

leaves rustling,

song of the sparrow,

childs laughter.

All sounds,

that bring joy,



Simple pleasures.
Written By Barbara Osborn 3/5/07