Poems from MachikasMom

I pull the blade across my skin How much longer will these voices win? Deeper and deeper, I see blood appear How much more damage can I do...
She paints a pretty picture But the story has a twist Her paintbrush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist She paints her pretty picture...
I don’t want to write a poem for you It’s just not something I am into At least not at this particular second And not just because you...
Garlic is my name, great flavor is my game I’m a popular flavoring in cooking, you see Eat me raw or cooked, doesn’t matter to me If you...
The squeals of a little girl, the thud of horse hooves, The rattle of rain down the shingles of roofs, The clamor of traffic, the roaring...

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