Monday, June 18, 2012

Summer really has a warm heart

For the gloom that gray reminds
and your thawing effect, summer,
I'm not done with you yet.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Nothing Domestic about Violence

I hate you for the vile memory of bruises, cuts and burns
 and myself, too
for letting the veil of 'love' blind me for so long.
you might still carry off your charm on the rest of the world.
you might have meant the world to me too,
but that's past.
With the freedom of the present,
i spit on your grave.