Livy Luv - still awaiting something great...

What makes you think you can befriend me?
What makes you think it's okayy to tell me how much you value the way we are?
What makes you think it's okayy to smile everytime our eyes meet?
What makes you think it's okayy to treat me like a star?

What makes you think you're allowed?....

Who ever said it was okayy to make me feel so carefree?
Who ever said it was okayy to be so truthful?
Who ever said it was okayy to insists that the important one was me?
Who ever said it was okayy to make me think… Continue

My body thirsts,
Unquenchable;
Withering under a blistering sun,
Insecure;
My feet slip through rotten ground,
Undependable;
The wind dances on it path so sure;
Dust coers my feet,countenance-hidden;
It covers any pride in my fall,
Reason disperses- senses forbidden;
My throat wrenches before I can call;
To wander is fatal,
Vulnerable;
To stay is to ponder the past,
The beginning of a storm approaches faster,
Undeniable;
Drowning my thirst with self loathing as the clouds are cast

I close my eyes, and search for you,
Stay by my side, I hope this true;
When I reach out, you’ll have my hand,
Constant like day, through the rain too;

Lightening strikes stunning, stark, silent she stands,
You are my rock, you help me land,
How could I ever pray for more?
This peace with you, us hand and hand;

Close all thy windows, lock all thy doors,
A secure mind, watch my thoughts soar;
What use is dream, only to wake,
Yet still I sleep my dreams endure;

Visions of you my mind do take,
Y… Continue

The sirens of the ambulance race through the streets, screaming at the blissfully oblivious neighbors of Land O’ Lakes that something has gone horribly wrong. I wonder if they hear it. I wonder if they care.

The house alarm in my bedroom sings a pattern of warnings to its residents. Does it realize the residents have already been lost? Does it realize that I’m already gone? I can not move my hands. I can not speak. I wish I could silence the noise, but I’m paralyzed.

The neighbors saw me sitti… Continue

Dark clouds arouse from her bedroom window,
Rain drops lie on the window pane;
A single warm sun ray appears in the horizon,
The single ray that seems to keep the world sane;
Thinking of the past and how far she has come,
The people come and gone;
The wounds left undone;
How naïve she once was, ignorant to the dark;
The dark that now appears in her dreams,
A fear that will not part;
Though naïve she still remains,
And lost she may be;
That single shinning light,
The isolated sunray she can see;… Continue