You Haven't Seen the Last of Me- Cher

Never count me down and out because you haven't seen the last of me.

All You'll Ever Be is Mean

"Some day I'll be living in a big old city and all you'll ever be is mean." ~Taylor Swift

There really comes a day when you look at some people in your life and all you see is a spirit that you don't quite understand how you were ever their friend. You look at them in the eye and you see something you never really thought possible. But then you realize, you're better than that. You're better than being treated like that. You see people around you fall for those eyes. They just don't see it.

You can't make them see it. You can't make them see the depths of the devil swirling in those irises. Oh, but you know and you can pick yourself up from them, blink and go your own route. You know you'll be happy on your own. You know they won't mean a thing and that, as my mother loves to say, they will get their due.

And they will. I do partly believe in some odd sense of karma. No one is perfect, but those of us with a mean streak lying in our veins stoop to a new level. Sadly, yea you have to watch them go down and you have to watch those dumb enough to fall for those eyes fall down with them. I refuse to be part of it.

I refuse to fall for those eyes and that evil because my life is leading me elsewhere. My God has aided me in seeing the truth of people, that spirit lying beneath the surface, seeing beyond those eyes. Maybe I didn't find out early enough. Maybe I couldn't save some of those that fell for those eyes. But I saved myself and I saved those that will listen and will see it too.

"Some day I'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all you'll ever be is mean."

Bite

He looks at me with those eyes,
steel gray, cold, sending a shiver
up my spine. It is winter.

He stalks me, treading carefully
around my circle, tracing
the line of salt on the floor.

He growls, baring pearl
white teeth, fangs digging
into his lip, claws born.

He leaps for me,
the daggers dig into my neck
breathe is lost.

He leaves me laying
red droplets dripping
from my pale flesh.

Boiling

It starts with the pot of water
sitting so dormant and quiet
on the stove. The heat
begins to build under it,
the stress of the pot
against the grills.

Then it begins to bubble,
tiny little droplets
then large splatters.
The pot is angry
as it pops and crackles.

It splashes out of the pot,
its wave of rage fighting
back, droplets of boiling
H2O landing on your hand.
You know why it pops.

You try and turn off the heat,
take it off the grills, but still
it pops with anger.
You cannot stop it now
it has already begun.

No Easy Button

There is no easy button
like the Staples' commercial.
You can't just push the plastic
and solve world peace
or win the lottery
or find you your soulmate.

It's just not that simple
to feed the world's people
or stitch together a broken heart.
Instead of looking
for the easy button,
try getting off your butt

and get down to work.
Nothing can change
if you don't make it change.

Tug of War

A middle school playground, fields
stretching far out into the grass
splatter of colorful shirts, mismatched
shorts, the little heads bobbing blonde,
brown and red, playing, tugging

at a rope found lost in the grass' dew
coiled and snaked, a rattlesnake's tough
skin. The rainbow scatters, left and right,
end to end of the rope. Soft hands
grasp the roughened twine, ready, set

go as they pull and tug. Some fall, knees
scrapped, hands rip, squeaky sneakers slip
in the mud they dig. The rope goes left,
the rope goes right, an endless war
as they drop one by one, their guards

down. One side finally breaks, a bob
of blonde has fallen. The right side wins.

Titanium/Pavane- Piano Guys with Tyler Ward

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away.
You shoot me down, but I won't fall.
I am titanium.

Without You- Piano Guys style

Thank you Wesley first of all for showing me this group. They're called the Piano Guys and are completely amazing. I actually got a good chunk of my office loving them!

Spin Me

Take me by the hand
spin me around
around and around
as the Earth spins
under our feet.

Look into my eyes
sweep me off my feet
dip me low
hold me tight
kiss my lips.

Hold the umbrella
as I step from the car
rest your lips
on my neck
bite me slowly.

Truly Madly Deeply- Savage Garden

"I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope. I'll be your love. Be everything that you need. I'll love you more with every breath. Truly, madly, deeply do."

In celebration, happiness and love.

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