Poems from Cinny.annie.oakley
She’s going to kill herself
Maybe not today or tomorrow,
But someday she will,
Before you cry “get a hotline”,
Know that we tried.
We...
Ellos cerca de mi son almas de verano
Pero yo soy una hija del invierno
En mi corazon hay la nieve
La nieve de las montanas y no esta...
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare...
Somewhere between a church and a whorehouse,
I grew up.
My family a conglomeration of both saints and sinners,
Both sides expecting me to...
I write.
But I have never thought of stories as my own.
They belong outside of me.
Yet they are within me.
And the only way to rectify...