Poems from Ravyn LaRue
I'm listening to Ravens Land by Voltaire
And watching my puppy play with her toys
And drinking tea made by my mum
And soon I'll take a...
I swore for real in front of my mum-
For the first time in ages-
Because the movie of 'Sybil' was on-
And that book is so unhappy-
In a...
I like calling the things I make poetry
It sounds so pretty
I know I might just be kvetching
Or making sense of what is already obvious...
I don't know how I could ever leave this place
My past was woven here
And though some parts hurt like hell
The good made up for it and...
It's probably not good
To adopt a person
As your makeshift surrogate parent
Without telling them first
But it's too late now
I suppose...