Do I need permission
To just simply...

... BE?


I need each and every
One else to be OK...

... With ME.


I don't need a permit to live...

... you'll agree!


I'm cutting the strings.

I set myself FREE.


Soul Survivor

Invoke yourself,
let your imagination flow,
me on my knees praying
to you, my goddess,
separate your delicious-globes,
lower your open-flower,
kiss my prayer-mouth,
let my dreams come true,
cascade your sacredness
into my throat of desire,
allow me to taste
your inner fire.

he doesn't like me for me.

he doesn't like me for my poetry.
he doesn't like me for my thoughts.
he doesn't like me for how i look.
he doesn't like me for how i act.
he doesn't like me for how i am.

he looks at me and sees not a person.

he looks at me and sees not a girl.
he looks at me and sees not a poet.
he looks at me and sees not a smart girl.

he sees a wasteland.

he sees a girl without love.
he sees broken skin and flaws.

he loves ruins.
he loves fixing people.

you can't fix everyone.
you can't fix a heart that has so many bandages on it that you can't tell what's latex and what's muscle.
you can't fix me unless i break even more.

do you want me to break more?
you love seeing me break.
that's kind of sad.
pathetic.
you love when i hate myself.
and i hate myself so you won't go away.