Category: On My Own

If you’re wanting power
Someone to control
Come when you feel broken
Then go when you wanna go
And I won’t disappoint you
Cause I never really care
I just love not being there.
If you love the darkness
Want someone you can use
Pin them down to hurt them
Leave them there feeling confused
All the times you break me.
I never really care
I just love not being there.
Drinking on your bacolny
Looking out at the big big sea
All the things you want me for
They got nothing to do with me.
Spiritual power
That’s what you’ll give to me
Make the world so broken
When I want to I can leave
And I won’t look behind me
Cause I never really cared
I just love not being there.
5 Bright Stars- that I’ve never seen before
Step by step- walking on the checkerboard, you know
Some things get easier with time
Blood flows much easier when I know the blood is mine.
5 Dark Knights- sleeping underneath the skies
Toss and turn- thinking of the way you died, I can’t
Describe what is left of me more delicate than a lace
Hold me in your hand then let me slip into the wind and watch me fly.
Sometimes the sky is filled with eyes.
5 Small Boys- I saw them inside a dream
Step by step- but the checkerboard was green, you know
They never cried they were a bubble in the air
Flying in the wind they never knew that you were there all of the time.
They were oblivious to the feeling of your eyes.
Step by step- walking to the rabbit hole
And there I will forget, slip into a black so fine
That you were there with me when every wind was filled with time.
We were oblivious to the feeling of their eyes.

AI art is a decent choice aesthetically but I don’t use any AI in my music, or writing for that matter, and it would make me feel sick if people thought it was an AI creation, generated by the click of a button, when in reality I’m slaving away away surrounded by black wires…
And fwiw the beautiful brand new PlushMellow in this photo is available for adoption. A $20 adoption fee includes shipping. One of my first gigs when I was desperately trying to survive was finding good homes for stuffed animals. I’ve learned I have to think bigger to make it in this world but I still need to find homes for the few I have left.
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
When the time wasn’t over yet
When the time was ready to begin
When my heart was red lying in a box
Waiting for the sticking pin.
There you go, I know your eyes
Fire with a flash of pain
Feel it burn, feel it end
What is the name of this thing that remains?
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the hand that wears the glove of velvet red
Like a woman, like a child, is the man afraid of his own death
Like a woman, like a child- the man who will never fight
Flickering beneath the sky and dying that same night.
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.
There you go, the man I know whose legs are far too thin
Find the box and open it to push your stick pin in
Fire I know, death I know, I also know your eyes
Like a woman, like a child- the man who never lies.
Fly away in a little bit
Fly away in a cloud of strings
Like the sun on an icicle
You found your pair of wings.

Father, I need to sit.
There’s all of this blood down here- nobody will tell me what it is.
Father, what is the time?
There’s all of this blood down here- nobody will tell me if it’s mine.
You built a tower in my heart just like a paradise
I laid me back to watch so warm in the sand.
Clouds flew above me light flashing out of their eagle eyes
Now I can feel those cold things starting again.
Father, where are my hands?
I need to touch my eyes- something tells me they are hurting me again.
Father, am I lying in bed?
Why are the curtains drawn? What is this thing upon my head?
You built a tower in a tower in my heart just like a paradise
I laid me back to watch so warm in the sand.
Sun shimmered on my body like I was a pegasi
But now I can feel those cold things starting again.
Father, why are the curtains drawn?
So many things to do. I can’t remain in here too long.
Father, I need to ask
Of all the things you’ve done, which ones are the ones that you’d take back?
You built a world around my heart just like a paradise
I laid me back to watch so warm in your hand.
Cities they swirled around me like they was a race of lights
But now I can feel those cold things starting again.
All of the men in the world lined up side by side
A bundle of twigs they wait for the flame.
Dance by the fire and you will realize
A burning man will never feel the pain.

5 Bright Stars- that I’ve never seen before
Step by step- walking on the checkerboard, you know
Some things get easier with time
Blood flows much easier when I know the blood is mine.
5 Dark Knights- sleeping underneath the skies
Toss and turn- thinking of the way you died, I can’t
Describe what is left of me more delicate than a lace
Hold me in your hand then let me slip into the wind and watch me fly.
Sometimes the sky is filled with eyes.
5 Small Boys- I saw them inside a dream
Step by step- but the checkerboard was green, you know
They never cried they were a bubble in the air
Flying in the wind they never knew that you were there all of the time.
They were oblivious to the feeling of your eyes.
Step by step- walking to the rabbit hole
And there I will forget, slip into a black so fine
That you were there with me when every wind was filled with time.
We were oblivious to the feeling of their eyes.
In case you are in the mood to share money…
sing and gleam, mountain stream
I know where you flow
falling down, losing ground
crash the world below
lose the dream
of purity you wanted me to bring
lose the dream
there’s nothing sacred now
something fails, yet still goes on
I was in the box, but now it’s gone
like a swirl, like a wave
changing me inside
suck me down, underneath
this is where I’ll hide
on and on
to bluer things you wanted me to bring
on and on
your arrow in my hand
something dies, yet still goes on
I was in the box, but now it’s gone
waterfall over me
holding up my hands
blue and cold, touching me
I don’t understand
how I feel
I waited for you everyday alone
standing there
there’s nothing certain now
losing form, yet flowing on
I was in the box, but now its gone
And just in case you enjoy giving people money…
Come home take my heart out of its box
Lie down let the voices talk
And they tell me to survive
It’s good to be alive
So feed the fire inside
Money is the green light, don’t you know?
When it’s gone you gotta go
I know
Arms- a place no one can stay
Love is a word- words fly away
Learn to remain
And I’ll be proud of you babe
See the world in all its lies
Learn to see through different eyes
Driving past men in your car
Can you see through their charms?
They heal, they harm
Money is the green light, don’t you know?
When it’s gone you gotta go
I know
Arms- a place no one can stay
Love is a word- words fly away
Learn to remain
And I’ll be proud of you babe
Learn to love the fire inside
Do whatever you do to survive
When they lead you to the cave
You can act like it’s okay
But just remember- they lie
Learn to take the money then you run
Down by the river to the setting sun
The world a place no one can stay
Everybody’s words will fly away
Learn what remains
And I’ll be proud of you
I’ll be so proud of you
I’ll be proud of you babe
Stars shine, tracking time
Watching us they gleam.
Warning do not live inside a dream.
So stern you check your watch.
Light your cigarette
Look at me: Are you ready yet?
We could chase the the happy things that disappear
Running like a stream
Watch me now and see the way I follow them
Dying in your dream
Running through the green green grass
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room
Draw the curtain burgundy I’m staring at the stars
You come close hold me in your arms.
Pour wine it’s your time, light your cigarette
Whatever you want is what you’ill get
We can chase the the happy things that disappear
Running like a stream
Watch me now and see the way I follow them
Dying in your dream
Running through the green green grass
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room
Pour your wine it’s your time your gone.
All the things you wanted will go on and on
Leave the room, watch your step, find your light
Stepping out like darkness into night.
But everytime you leave I feell so cold inside
How can that be right?
Turn my head & think about another day.
Running through the night
Running down a green green path
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside a room.
Did we chase the happy things that disapear
Running like a stream
Did you see the way that I
Drowning in your dream
All the starts align into a cube
A universe born just inside this room
Stepping there so easily a dream inside your mind
Then lit his cigarette
I knew so soon
Cigarette shine across the room
Pour your wine its time then your gone.
Pour your wine, it’s your time, light your cigarette
All the things you wanted are the things that you will get
All the stars seem to aligning forming in a cube
A universe just inside this room.
Pour your wine it’s your time your gone.
All the things you wanted will go on and on
Leave the room, watch your step, find your light
Stepping like a adfe into the night.
Even with you here i feel so cold inside
How can that be right?
Turn my head to dream about another day.
Running through the night
Running down a green green path
Dandelions bloom
A universe just inside this room.
light your cigarette
When you leave the room I will forget
Nothing in this world has touched me yet.
I’ve been trying to figure out why I always end up in abusive situations. As a single woman, I must change this to survive. And it’s not just romantic relationships- I tend to end up scapegoated, bullied, slandered etc almost everywhere I go.
It was puzzling to me, because I’m more or less a nice person. Definitely nicer than those that bully me. I thought maybe it was because I was too outspoken. But about half my life I’ve been quieter than a mouse and that didn’t help- the pattern continued. I thought maybe it was because people found me eccentric, but then again there are plenty of eccentric people who don’t get bullied- many are bullies themselves. So I decided that couldn’t be the reason either.
But luckily I found the answer.
Basically, humans approach relationships either through their solar plexus, heart, or ideally a combination of both.
The solar plexus is our stomach and our ego. The part of us that thinks- What about ME?! What’s good for me? What are you offering me? What do I want? How did I get to be so awesome?
At best it motivates us to express ourselves through meaningful work, building self-esteem in the process. But meaningful work alone does not satisfy the ego. It needs to be acknowledged and valued by the world, treated well and seen for what it is (minus the bad things.)
The ego also gives us our intellectual strength. It is rational, but since it cares so much about winning and being wonderful, it frequently warps rationality into rationalization to convince us of our own superiority & blamelessness. The ego projects the negative onto others & the positive onto ourselves. It is our biggest cheerleader.
The heart is the reverse. It projects positive energy onto others and sees their value. It causes us to feel pain and shame if we trespass against them. It seems the world through the lens of relationships. Others are so wonderful, in the eyes of the heart, that life without them feels empty. The heart feels longing and loneliness.
The heart’s focus is to benefit others and maintain our connection with them. This gives the heart pleasure. It processes their needs and issues. It wants to understand and to help.
In the absence of hearts, relationships are about what you can get from the other person- sex, money, laundry, an ego boost? The second you feel you are giving more than you are receiving, you are gone. Because this translates to the solar plexus as losing. Which it hates most of all.
To the heart, service is lightness and joy. It feels like flying. But to the solar plexus, serving someone else is torture. What am I getting out of this? Resentment builds and is suppressed, because the solar plexus realizes resentment is not an attractive trait and it wants to be seen in a good light. The solar plexus realizes it must feign heart qualities to seem admirable.
The solar plexus/heart divide pretty much lines up with ideas of avoidant vs. anxious attachment which are currently trending. To the anxious/heart person relationships are everything. They will be more anxious about someone losing interest in them than they would be about losing their home. Because the heart is detached from concerns like survival. It might find dying for love quite romantic.
And though big hearts make a person caring, this care can feel icky or smothering to those on the receiving end. Some people just want to live their life without knowing how much you love them. And if those on the receiving end have little or no heart themselves, they will likely interpret the caring as coercive rather than a cute but annoying excess of heart juice.
Meanwhile the avoidant/solar plexus partner can seem more like a narcissist because they are mostly thinking about themselves. In the absence of a working heart what else can they think about? They may be a good person and have a strong sense of ethics but they lack the mechanisms which cause us to feel pleasure from putting others first. Even if they know they should want to give, they experience it as a loss.
The ego experiences envy- worrying that another person is better than us. The heart experiences jealousy- worrying that someone is threatening our relationship. Solar plexus people don’t understand jealousy and tend to demonize it. Perhaps they would miss the relationship if it disappeared but they can’t access those feelings easily like the heart person can. They have trouble accessing tears as well, unless they are tears of frustration or manipulation. Tears also live in the heart.
Heart people tend to have trouble accessing anger. They come up with more and more reasons for a loved one’s atrocious behavior- a horrible childhood, a delicate nature- and end up showering even MORE love on the people who hurt them.
Most commonly, men seem to be with ones with bloated stomachs/egos and trouble accessing their heart. Women tend to be the ones with bloated hearts who can’t access their ego.
Once your heart gets bloated enough & your solar plexus sufficiently shriveled, you are certain to be a permanent victim. How can it be otherwise? You lack all the emotions, thoughts, triggers, motivations & intelligences that cause people to stand up for themselves.
When someone purposefully stomps on your foot no outrage fires in your mind. You wonder what you did wrong and how you can make it better. Maybe you would want to step on the gas, but the gas peddle just isn’t there.
So you see, the cure to being a victim is simply to discover your ego and- like a withered plant- bring it back to life.
Stay tuned and I will tell you how it’s done!
