It’s been awhile since I posted, but school is keeping me busy with copious amounts of writing, making difficult to find time to keep this blog updated.  Wrote a poem recently (ok I’ve written at least 10) but this one stuck with me.

But where does that leave you?

No door to signify your exsistence.

Freud sucking a cock               or

was it he spilled her crimson blood   (?)

Murdered when you were                  born

Let’s not talk about it.

Not about the time when                   reality

was flipped over and fucked.

Not about the time when                 unreality

took control.

Loose waves of unmet dreams       reality(?)

Pour through you like hot wax.

Left for dreams, slumber, pitch    (born)

In the belly of a whale

That is where you find yourself    (unlabeled) unreality (?)



Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “Poetry

  1. With the strength of words like these I look forward to seeing more from you 🙂


  2. Your words always grab me cant wait to read more. Love you

  3. Kathlean Wolf

    Wow, that’s intense, scary intense. What were some of the thoughts leading to writing it?

  4. Stacie

    Love love love!!! Your amazing.

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