I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...
The only thing I love
about your absence is that...
You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...