Why does everyone assume that all souls
Sold were bought by the devil
When roads are paved with dotted lines
and all of life’s masters demand that you sign?
After-all “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
poetry
Untitled #2
Another morning I wake up in front of the mirror
mentally exhausted
heart sore,
emotionally bruised and beaten.
Isolated from personal pleasures
By the heavy-handed victimizer of living.
Speak
Second by second the words I left unsaid fall off a cliff.
My mind races, becoming more harried with every
Word executed by the weight on my tongue.
I know I need to speak but all I can think is
“What do you want me to say?”
Dead Man Walking
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Steel up your spine so it doesn’t rust.
They built you a box from pine and nails
If you don’t fit it isn’t you who failed.
Pick yourself up, dust off your shoes,
Grow from the dirt in which they buried you.
Multiverse
Feminist and baby-girl;
Pink skirts and blonde curls.
Independent rock chick;
Leather, liner, lyrics.
Boss Bitch or wannabe;
obsessive compulsive
or just plain lazy.
Of the world’s oddities, a historian
Steampunk and back again.
Bookworm and word nerd, Continue reading
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