Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
This poem is from many years ago, back during a time when my writings had a darker voice and came from a more deviant side of myself… Chauffeur I will drive you head first screaming sobbing whimpering into the darkness which is My domain tapping into the forbidden regions of your mind… your lusts… into your uncontrollable desires twisting and turning you inside out… I am your designated driver into the unknown, come with Me… if you dare
Read MoreI’ve taken the skid from hopeful romantic to cynical bitch; it’s so much easier to go through life without the burden of sappy emotions. Love… It’s almost illusive. Aloof. I am my own best friend and love of my life. No one could possibly fathom the depth Of my emotions I don’t think I will ever find a man that can truly handle All that I Am. Disappointments are a thing of the past for me With this new voice and attitude towards love and relationships. I don’t buy into…
Read MoreStaring at the canvas stripped to the bone white as gesso – thalo green I like to paint thick – running the brush up my thigh – Cold. Closing my eyes waiting for inspiration that doesn’t hit me like it used to I grab a tube of crimson and smear it over my chest and face as I follow my hands to my head and cry. What happened all these years to me? They are all but faint memories that appear in words pictures and paintings – I am afraid…
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