Part of my psychic poem project, if this touchs you, please contact me. Thanks
Count on no man to get you where you wanna go
One tough cookie on your own is what gotta learn to be, girl
Underneath the fear is a much braver babe then even you knew exsisted
Run with this news and break free of all their silly rules holding you back
Take charge of your own life and let the rest be damned
No one should be able to tell you who to love or how to live your life
Everyone including you has the right in this world to be whoever the hell they wanna be
Your turn is here and now
What more are you waiting for?
Just do it already!
ZOMBIE
IF THE POOR GIRL SHALL BE SAVE? MUMMY AND DADDY MUST STOP FILLING LIKE ZOMBIE OF NEUROLOPICS? ANXIOLICS? AND I BET MY BUMP? SHE SOULD TURN TO A A NORMAL HUMAN AGAIN? BUT HEY WHAT CAN I SAY!
YOU MADE U BED ....MIED IN IT.
I DO FEEL FOR HER.
MARGOT XXXX
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.