Connor
Little bold one.
These years when I thought all this done,
little bold one.
Unexpected yet on the throne
fitting no mold but your own.
Little bold one.
dawn 10/1/11
happy birthday, Connor
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
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Monday, October 3, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sapphic
A Paralyzing Sense of Responsibility
Ugly, my thoughts today are full of nasty
subjects. I want to make the world unhappy.
Angry does not describe the way I'm feeling.
I'd kill my children.
Sort of, I understand those wretched women
maddened by life's recurrent dose of bullshit.
Thankful I can control my rampant "ugly"
until tomorrow.
Sorry, I can't regain the old complacence.
Gnashing, my teeth are grinding life to powder.
Children should not be careful of their mothers
but sometimes mine are.
2002/3 (published 9/17/11) dawn
Ugly, my thoughts today are full of nasty
subjects. I want to make the world unhappy.
Angry does not describe the way I'm feeling.
I'd kill my children.
Sort of, I understand those wretched women
maddened by life's recurrent dose of bullshit.
Thankful I can control my rampant "ugly"
until tomorrow.
Sorry, I can't regain the old complacence.
Gnashing, my teeth are grinding life to powder.
Children should not be careful of their mothers
but sometimes mine are.
2002/3 (published 9/17/11) dawn
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