OMG OMG OMG!!
Tomorrow I perform as Columbia in the Rocky Horror Picture Show and I'm really nervous! It's like 80% nervous 20% excited...no it's more like 80% excited and 20% nervous...i dunno but i'm a lot of both..
i know a lot of people from here aren't going
cuz of some wine tasting thing up in napa but ohhh well...i'm sure i'll perform some other time so then you'll have to come!
here is a poem i wrote the other day:
Dying Dove
Where am I allowed to start now?
My heart is beating and my brain is thinking
But my soul is still weeping
I know who I am now!
I know where I belong now!
I am not a wasted memory
Seeking to be remembered
I am chaotic with reasons to
Fear, hate, love, and create
The emotional embryo
Wrapped in razorblades of mutilation
Has reincarnated herself
Into a complicated shape shifter
Believer
Creator
Destroyer
This heart is like a dying dove [white with fear]
Painted with my past
A crime scene of denial
An unfortunate accident [red with blood]
I cannot pray for my release anymore
[All I can know is that Im sitting on Hells throne]
I imagine in cursive and write in emotional tirades
Slipping into my dimensional trance
I can see..[& feel]..
What I need..to be..free
My jaw is wired shut with indignities
My brain functions on forgetting these terrible memories
What I cannot see..is me..
My reflection ..staring back like a dying child..
Clutching my chest for security
Serenity
.Victory.
for more poetry and art go here:
my art site
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Tomorrow I perform as Columbia in the Rocky Horror Picture Show and I'm really nervous! It's like 80% nervous 20% excited...no it's more like 80% excited and 20% nervous...i dunno but i'm a lot of both..
i know a lot of people from here aren't going


here is a poem i wrote the other day:
Dying Dove
Where am I allowed to start now?
My heart is beating and my brain is thinking
But my soul is still weeping
I know who I am now!
I know where I belong now!
I am not a wasted memory
Seeking to be remembered
I am chaotic with reasons to
Fear, hate, love, and create
The emotional embryo
Wrapped in razorblades of mutilation
Has reincarnated herself
Into a complicated shape shifter
Believer
Creator
Destroyer
This heart is like a dying dove [white with fear]
Painted with my past
A crime scene of denial
An unfortunate accident [red with blood]
I cannot pray for my release anymore
[All I can know is that Im sitting on Hells throne]
I imagine in cursive and write in emotional tirades
Slipping into my dimensional trance
I can see..[& feel]..
What I need..to be..free
My jaw is wired shut with indignities
My brain functions on forgetting these terrible memories
What I cannot see..is me..
My reflection ..staring back like a dying child..
Clutching my chest for security
Serenity
.Victory.
for more poetry and art go here:
my art site

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emylou:
Break a Leg!
erich:
Sweetheart, I can't wait to hear how the night went! please tell all! And God, I hope you've got pictures!

