Nature:
Silence of the Bees
Inside the hive
Its my shit thats all ~
Nothing to do with me
although i have issues
have been incarcerated
been judged by jury
bashed in fury
Matter is made of matter
tell me im white
pure white
it doesn't matter
tell me Im nothing
Gone
Living with the unknown
not knowing
a stranger
beside you sleeps
Just a cat
The way she swings those hips
a fur of genuine tiger
rolling stripes around her body
tight
The fall of the last leaf
The forceful autumn winds
insistent to take all
finally the last leaf
in fetal curl
Creative Writer's Blog
♥ I would like to give my Heart-felt Gratitude to a Poet whose Wonderful Voice and Words gave me the courage to voice my words in poetry about Childhood Abuse... That is Clara B Ray who has generously featured me on her Blog this week in May 2011
Fragile Survival
the blossoms slight of pink
fragile light
yet the strength it takes in the seasons
to survive and bear the fruit
often too cold
Always ~
Inside ~
the bloom
I write using poetry mainly to express myself. From a young age I have lived a part of my life in isolation from society. My life involved much violence, pain and loss. I find it very difficult to speak about my life, therefore poetry has served me best, as this way it speaks for me, and speaks for all I see hear, dream and feel now - in the present and future.. •♥.¸¸.•✿*
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