

A Red Dress Hangs in my Closet
The Devil
Is my thoughts.
In them, I am tormented,
flayed,
A hundred thousand times
shamed.
The thoughts run rampant
when left unattended.
Their position commands
an authority
that pushes me into places
I have regretted.
There is so much demon fire,
I sizzle when I'm tempted.
The only Devil I've ever
known is myself,
and the rest of existence
need not fear,
She is consumed
In self-indulgence.
Fuck the Stars
How can I fault him?
For wanting to find
Love?
That elusive myth
we all dream of?
The girls don't respect me,
I know. Saying they wish
they were so mature,
but I call bullshit, cuz what grown ass woman would take this shit?
They probably think
I'm such a sucker,
Cuz I have your back,
even when you run away from me
for cover.
But they don't know, baby
(still trying not to call you that
anymore)
The hurt we've seen, the world we have felt...
And even you didn't understand,
how I kept silent,
maybe I enjoyed the familiar hurt.
But really,
my broken bits can't break no more...
I really am broken,
to the core.
And the girls are vapid, and the world is stupid,
And baby,
If you can find happiness,
I'll be cheering for you
Even in the midst
of my lonely Hell.
Everything Touching Everything Else
So, So,
the theory goes,
We are all a part of
Everything Else.
So,
the mind psycher says
"Don't let others define you,
You are your own, independent person."
So,
It is like the Trinity,
Or ingredients in a recipe,
We are human alone,
But humanity together.
So,
If I define myself
the way others see me,
and they're wrong,
And if I define myself by
how I see me, and I'm
wrong,
then myself can never really
be realized,
and is destined to swim in
oblivion and half truths
until I am simultaneously
and paradoxically lost and found.
Midcity
How could we have known?
The hits we took
the high we flew so long on,
How could we know
what we would become of us
when the inevitable end
came to claim us?
The nights we huddled
together
for warmth,
under the freeway,
where we lived.
How could we have known?
That upon the leaving
of our shunned life,
and the arrival
of all our hopes
and dreams,
we would lose each other.
That what kept us together,
we left behind,
somewhere at the intersection
of Venice and La Cienega.
Somewhere Dark I can Exist
Alone now
with my music
So the silence
doesn't deafen me.
Releasing myself
into the wild
Of the unknown,
where my knowledge
has always been aware that this
is where the Hope lives.
The scope of loss
can reveal
that there is so much more
to be found,
it just takes a little adjustment,
a little focus,
a little blur,
to break through illusion,
watch your Soul reappear.
How will we know when we have arrived?
Every time I wake up,
I'm someone new again.
I'm losing myself,
forgetting myself,
letting my
autopilot
kick in.
Where is my core?
Where is my Soul?
Where is my pain?
My fault,
Didn't stay in touch with myself
Let time pass by,
goes so much faster
than I thought it could.
A stranger to yourself
is a unique kind of loss.
Doing things without meaning,
Still in Life,
but somewhere, stopped living.
I know there was a struggle,
unrelenting,
never ending.
Is this the result,
my unidentifiable self,
Out of all the unknown,
for which I was striving?