Writing at a whim

Saturday, May 25, 2013



Grief, drags me through the ground
Wrestles me, berates my writhing body
That convulses, bruised.
I rendered my last farewell
Harsh brutal; final.
The wild beast sheds a tear.
Its warm heart sours;
Swollen red and oozing sorrow.
I stab it in defiance — inexorably.
Yet It resides, forgotten
Shrivelling in the cold chambers
living; a slow painful death.

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about me

vanessa.
boring and inscrutable.
satirical and opinionated.
sardonic but innocuous.
enigmatic and taciturn.
pococurante but caring.
neurotic but with equanimity.
you wouldn't get me at all,
cause I wouldn't let you.

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"Let me tell you this: Some of life's questions you have to answer, some you just have to dance your face off and scream "no comment."" --- John Mayer

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