I am the stars in the sky, the story, underneath your
stories finding words, So I can be all kinds of me I am –
Writer, Dreamer, Diva, and all kindsa Drama. Good, bad,
ugly, always, always JUST ME
father father burning bright, whose to say who started the fight… child-woman, God oblivion… embers burn in that losing fight… I am my father’s daughter, or so…...
Words are promiscuous. Spilling out of me like a body in heat; Desperate for gratification… I slay you with this lustful beast. Alive and pulsing; So hungry they make desire look weak…...
Sometimes When the wind is just right, The sky, a determined grey, As if to say- I am here. A window, Rattles in the distance… Everything green and grey and yellow… Mellow… Anticipatin…...