These scars will fade
The feeling will stay...
She was eighty something
and I was barely eighteen...
He's had a past that no one can understand
They all seam to push away and let go...
I feel myself fading but at the same time I feel...
You may be far away but you are always with me...
Whoa-oh-oh,
do you understand...
Getting told by your own mother that she wished I...
Getting bashed up by your mother every second of...
I've written four poems
so far...
This thirst reminds me
of winter...
These rocky mountains are now hers;
flowers - subtle myths of childhood...
Magpie alighted,
naive bloods trail their course...
Dancers tiptoed into silhouettes
of a New York skyline...
Help me, please Ana, help me...
she's trying to take control away...