We had to burn her, to make sure she wasn't a witch
We had to drown her, to make sure she wasn't a witch
We had to fuck her, to make sure she wasn't a virgin

i'm trying to remember why I liked poetry because something is missing
it all feels too trite, forced

today I understood that love is the capacity to forgive another's human qualities ( Read more... )

In Memory ( Read more... )

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do birds cry when they migrate
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do birds cry when they migrate
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do birds cry when they migrate
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Kamikaze wind spilling from my lungs ( Read more... )

she smiled at me
was posted on an online lit mag

http://www.wordletting.com/default_files/CurrentIssuePage3.htm

Break Away ( Read more... )

are loneliness and desire the same thing
if they are, which sun beams the brightest
I will never know if I'm doing the right thing
so I do sum things with hope that it will add up

With blanket against shoulder blades ( Read more... )