Archive for January, 2012

…half a fairy tale

  It has been said that she is in heat because she is surrounded by men All of whom have smelled her scent and have come out of the woodwork to get some   Coming out of alleyways Cars, countries, Mercedes benz’, Out of nice happy homes Clean spotless homes

on writing – 27th time

sitting in petite, writing away (the words pour out purposelessly with no intention other than to assuage existence) and then voila, a song, a poem, a conglomeration of something that I could possibly share with a public who might be willing to listen.  Doesn’t matter really. Either way.  I heard.  I listened.

come home

come home and sweep me off of my feet and take me far far away from this damn computer–and when we’re far enough away, lay me down on a cloud of crisp clean blankets, or on the soft soft grass, and kiss me until my skin is no longer smooth but instead has been replaced [...]