Poems from latm
My blood pours out through the pen's tiplike the slip of a tongue across parched lips;be not afraid, for while my thoughts are sharp as...
Pain, pain, wont you go away?
And don't come back any other day of my life
'cause you know that I'm getting so god damn tired of fighting...
This girl drops words like a spelling bee
meditating thoughts to action, you can see her weave
wild and wicked wonder, like a siren she...
My words come off the page in a way I cant explain;
almost three dimensional in their plane
From the craters they have leapt and falling...
The well guarded keep is kept
locked tight at the behest
of a universe, quite in jest
as the muse she does profess
to always be mindful of...