February 2012
3 tags
My Whitney Huston video was just on Inside Edition. I can’t stop laughing.
I tore down your tree trunk
and layed on your roots
until the autumn sun
poured rain into my eyes
and the leaves rebelled
against you.
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Oscar Wilde
The middle child, unlike the others, is not given much attention. The following are just some characteristics that define middle children. Note that not all of them or maybe even none may be observed in middle children. They need support for anything they do, sometimes talents are wasted when they do not pursue their dreams. Middle children have a feeling of emptiness. They are always lonely and...
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Anonymous asked: People are stupid. I love your poetry.
Anonymous asked: I adore the mental incontinence that is your poetry. It makes me feel superior.
stinging eyes
rolling light
in the forest
I cough to the trees
they bend to my pores
a lovely lie
a false pretense
I ate my father
and swallowed my mother’s heart
my mouth closes
to the labrynth
and the moths laugh
they cackle and moan
at my pathetic life
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The Juniper Tree.
My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.
