: About Me

My passion is ...

poetry

I know too much about ...

the weather systems

My parents always told me ...

I could be president

My childhood ambition ...

to be a mother

My favorite memory ...

the day I met the man I love

Why I write ...

Its an outlet for me.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Hannibal Rising

My first job ...

waitress

My inspiration ...

my mother

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desperation

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Desperate hands on a face of silk Tormented soul drenched with guilt Begging for pardon when she'll pass Living in secret behind walls of glass Time ticks by her slowly passing Taking pieces without asking Of her heart for more to break Of her strength and less it takes To think about the pills she keeps Next to the bottle where she sleeps A dreamless slumber in a bed of lies Alone at night her body writhes In pain brought on by an unseen source Breath is stolen by an unknown force Blood drenched sheets under paper skin Slowly dying for her sins

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