I am, the perverbial bear in the China shop. You think bulls were bad? Whoever who came up with that phrase, grossly underestimated the destructive nature of THIS BEAR. Now, keep in mind I do  not break stuff on purpose but alas, stuff just breaks…

I never show my teeth in photos My smile is my secret 🙂

It is no lie Break a true gypsy heart It will haunt you for life Your senses will be dulled Your food will not taste good Art will not inspire you Lilacs, lilies, lavender; will have no scent You will find no pleasure in silk…

dear me, you made it to the finish line now turn back around fish for the bread crumbs and let delirium sing you to sleep

Who am I? I hardly know. A writer to be, I want to grow. To create, And let the words flow, And inspiration strike, For all to show.

Bang, pop, bang, pop, boom, boom, boom STOP! Put your war drums away I don’t want to hear them  

You must care to heal.

My poetic muse long gone, The hard day’s labour almost done. Yet, a craving for crepes I will sate, Before I rest my heavy head.

Soft Warm Worn Comfort and peace

sometimes people tell me to stop worrying about my weight like i hadn’t already been trying like the idea of shoving the worry to recess on the moon wasn’t already my favorite i carry the launch in my backpack on the way to school sometimes…