Lisa-Hazza

I went along with it As I always did After; beneath the duvet Covered eyes; I hid. Whipped cream and sex Left on my skin 'Out damned spot!' Stupid, but I let you in. Abandoning sanity Alone; I cried All withered up My trust; it died.

Kitty, Is alone. Alone, alone, alone. She stands, Alone. Alone, alone, alone. She also walks, But alone. Alone, alone, alone. Poor Kitty. She doth walk alone. She's alone, she is lonely. She is on her own, she is alone. Kitty does not speak, Unless someone speaks to Kitty. Nobody speaks to Kitty. Kitty doesn't speak. She feels alone. Like a rock, That is surrounded by no rocks. Alone, alone, alone. Walking here, Alone, Kitty feels silly. As silly as a tree. A tree with no leaves, But in the summer, When all the other trees have leaves. That is why the tree feels silly, And this is like Kitty, Who feels silly. As

A photo I took yesterday.   Point-Click, and Flash.   Bottom of a wine bottle. Hey look!   My life!   Wasting away! Caught on camera, Fade to black. I knew before No turning back. Tip the glass Back of my throat Lean into the Devil's Kiss. Dance all night, Nothing to miss. Feels like the end The planet slows, Falls to a stop. I hit the ground, The wine glass dropped. There's nothing left. The party gone. An ode to you, The wino's song.

When something occurs that is beyond explanation of scientific authorities, to somehow aid or save the lives of a person or group of people, we refer to it as a miracle.  In times since past, these consisted of bleeding rocks and statues, as well as visions and healings.  Nowadays, something so simple as a pancake with a burn resembling the face of Jesus, that perhaps restores a person's faith (or, admittedly, makes a lot of money on eBay) is now referred to as a miracle.  But what is it about human beings that makes us so susceptible to believe these events are an act of God?  Hardened atheists can now be seen going into a religious raptur

Don't ask about my future, Don't talk about my past. Thought we'd last forever, Forever didn't last. Now I'm sitting in the rain, Waiting for the light. Thought you felt the same way, Our future looked so bright. I'm dealing with this badly, Burn your things out in the street. Douse them all in petrol babe, Out in the rain, come take a seat.

He fell.  Seemingly in slow motion, Dee looked over the edge to see him.  Body tumbling like a rag doll, he crashed into the jagged rocks below.  Not happening.  Not really there.  The surf crashed into the cliff, spray of frothy white into the air.  Unconsciously, she gripped the grass, fingernails digging into the soft, loamy earth.  Ring on her finger.  His ring.  Dee's hair had blown into her face, over her eyes.  Censored, not for her to witness.  Far down that cliff, his blood was flowing, seeping into the rock; a stain eternal.  His blood.  Their blood.  A blight on those savage, uncaring stones to mark the tragedy.  Broken bones and

Oh glory be! I let a sigh, With eyes alight, I watched you fly. The makeshift wings, Took you above, I looked on, Eyes full of love. My pride and joy, I saw you live, My son, you had so much to give. Oh Hell on Earth, My child, figh! Ignored the warning, Flew too high. The makeshift wings, They broke apart. You crashed down, My broken heart. My pride and joy, I saw you fly. My son, you fell, I watched you die.