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19 February 2007 @ 07:20 pm
Poem: "Mama didn't raise no foo'"  
My soul, poured out onto paper for your perusal. Cowritten by michelledotimas.

No revisions needed for art this deep. This is my pain.

The chapstick you wear reminds me
of pie crust
rolled out, thin, like the shield of my beaten down


My eyesight fades
Mascara and eyeliner make love and cast upon me
the gift of


Hedges claw at my bare ankles
as I crouch
watching through your bedroom


The night is still,
the flamingos stare, their glassy, lifeless eyes
gleam with judgment.

As I write this, I know
deep within the depths of my infeenehtely deep soul
I have sought the courage
to tell you
these words,
the only words I know that speak the


I feel,
"I'm never gonna dance
guilty feet have
got no rhythm/though it's easy
to pretend/ I know you're not a

Current Mood: distresseddistressed
Current Music: "I Will Always Love You" - Whitney Houston
Nerdellemichelledotimas on April 18th, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
No comments? God, people can't appreciate valuable art these days.