red velvet poetry
'the blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.'
sylvia plath
the words.
red velvet tears
she is softer
than the sweetest kiss,
stronger than any love.
a body filled with
chaos, blood, soul
and dripping
red velvet tears.
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2011
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May
(3)
morals
on time and strength.
taller does not equal stronger.
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March
(4)
how could you be anything but beautiful?
haiku
i was never a quiet girl
love vs a tree
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February
(1)
chilled
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2010
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September
(1)
we were never lovers.
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May
(4)
a thought.
soon.
suffocate me.
too late
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March
(1)
revenge
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February
(1)
i wont be held down.
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2009
(11)
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December
(1)
i only ever needed to be saved.
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July
(1)
out with the toys.
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June
(3)
a sweet pile of lies.
don't worry. i do.
worth the wait
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May
(2)
on the count of three.
and still you call my name
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March
(3)
i can still remember
dear words,
5-7-5
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February
(1)
wince
inspiration
Thursday, March 24, 2011
haiku
when he held out his
arms the world wrapped around me
and he held me tight
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