Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

since poetry
is vague
mysterious
i can hide my little
anger s hurts and fears
somewhere between what i do not say
and what is written
i want to take this bitch down= cut her braid off
and throw it in the fire

i am so fucking tired of her witchery and bad medicine i could fucking scream
how subtle is that'
no payments for 7 years and because
i even was anywhere near her
i got some of her bad karma
i pray every day
i do not cross the line
and drive my truck right thru my fucking house with her in it

sleeping in bed
while my tires goes backwards and forwards over her ugly dog teeth
i swear- i have held it in long enough
i will not kill her
but my lawyer is going to take her down hard
soon i hope

damn. that's rough, yo.

i hope you find peace through all of this.

sounds like she gave you this poem.

keep writing hard!

she has weakened in her witchery
she will die
i will get the house= in some places
everything is revealed
this way- no waste time