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 MoreSitting back relaxed Driving the wind tossing my hair 55 miles per hour smells of autumn leaves changing I feel these changes inside as I realize for once I am writing my story instead of watching it performed before my eyes. Movie plots run through my mind – what will they say of me when I am gone? Let me choose the actors – my leading man, my friends and enemies the drama and excitement – I will create my own chaos. The people I see day after day know…
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