Poetry is madness A ritual I do, but do not know.A night that conquers,Drunks me to helplessness.And it kills shame,Guilt. It hits you like an exploding racket.It shoots out you naked.

SANDRACharlie Brown had his littlered-headed girl and I had mine.We were both 18 and in oursenior year of high school.I was an abused child. Physically and sexually. I didn't date nor lookto hook up. I was scared and inhiding....

QUIRKY SOCKS Socks is an imaginary catthat I have had off and onsince childhood. The real Socks was a stray I found. His life ended abruptly inthe back of a garbage truckbecause of the sadistic womanthat I unfortunately called Mom. She said...

ME TIMESometimes life gets just sofucking STRESSFUL, that I takea day or two to sleep in and eatmy favorite foods - not RAMEN.I'll listen to 90's music...Whitney,Celine and my grunge girl Courtneya few hours in my deprivation closet...not thinkin'...

Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolicNo barriers block my path, of hatred guided furyTo escape this mortal life, an underworld destinyObscene seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make, make them die...Make, make them die...SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sinBring...