Slow to speak quick to listen

I curse my Irish skin.

Felt the rose blossom in both cheeks

Going off like a bloody

Hand

Granade

All across my chest

|| Anger can be like a flower too. 

SR.

I remember you were soft like an apricot

Young
but the thoughts in your mind 

tall, like a father

The entire world in your eyes

The organ in your chest, full like a lamp

|What have you lost except for all of life  and can you be drawn back

Max

The shadow next to me

Is wearing you

jana

insecurity becomes a strength

when you speak to a best friend

they pin flowers and perfume onto your words
and make you feel like the two legs shaking
the words jagged, wet face
is an extraordinary dance

"When,'

She asked

"Are you most yourself?"

When I do not have to ooze

push myself out 

When I do not have to grow larger than the tube of skin pressed on me

When I'm a farm

A collection of All my mother gave me

||& I never think of it once

||& he's smiling at me

S

This will not be lost

All of her

I've seen a man widdle the most beautiful piece of cedar into a mouse

But she soon saw her reflection 

Like a horse she will not jump

Blindly

If you ask her to give up her soul

The mind

For a man 

She will run away from diamonds and promises--your empty mechanic hands

To be free 

If you make her more free

She will like both of her legs 

you will recieve

All of her

Even the horse

|| woman

I've let go of photography

Like I've let go of jealousy

Fantasy 

Discontentment 

They have feet and voices

||they keep coming back without welcome

An old poem

You

Fragile like rice paper

Your forearms lean like a greyhound

But Fear

Fierce like scissors. 

CT

You are 

Calligraphy

A rose open

The color of Georgia's winter

I've watched what the smoke took from you and how you've wept and risen

|| it makes me wonder if I am stronger than I look as well and what I will have to endure to find out

the conference

Inside

His head

made him dwindle away

Because his mind had anorexia

First

|like his father