No Self

She walks with flowers in her hair A pink ribbon holds her dress in place She has no belt She’s never needed one She walks alone Side by side with her self Sometimes it’s harder to face yourself than it is to face your. self. Life is a highway The body is the car When…

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Goodnight Ophelia

Gale force winds blow the trees I’m surrounded by the sounds of gods The river runs swift and the white caps rise quickly Neither the Wind or the River hold on My heart is a collection of memories Both good and bad Drifting in and out of love it survives sorted forms of alienation from…

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