01 Jan Sour Grapes
In a wine glass...
In a wine glass...
the sweetest liesare the oneswe tell ourselves.when we know the truth,but sit it on a shelf.collecting dust;passing time.feigning trust;shutting eyes.the sharpest knifecuts straightto the bone.when we try overlookingwhat we damn-well know.with rose colored glassesand a heart full of hope.a victim of yourself;a self-deceiving dope.the sweetest...
Nature supplies the way...
a little girl searches for scissors in the junk drawer, doll in hand, blonde strands soon fall all over the kitchen floor. a present from her grandpop, she quickly cuts the faux satin knee length dress into a crop top; turns a piece of duct tape into a mini...
What I return to...
Dreaming while awake...
Contest Entry (Hidden River Arts)...
Follow the beat in your chest...
A poem was born...
Kiss me harder, make it hurt...