Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Tear me to pieces why don't you, limb from limb,
Exhaust every breath out of me until I'm finished.
The clock is ticking, my parts are rusting,
I'm tired of the shouting and all that comes with it.

Blah Blah Blah Blah, negative, negative blah.

My energy is drained, I watch my body age....
The stress from day to day takes a toll on my soul.
My title as a mother has a meaning I can't fathom...

Blah blah blah....fill in space with something positive.

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