Most my poetry and stories are written about my life as a child and the damage child abuse does to a child's mind.. I am no longer a keeper of secrets. I crank my rock n roll, smoke doob and write like a crazy women. Peace out..Shaunda
I had a dream I walked the earth barefoot I stepped on broken glass above my head the sky was black the dark clouds rained down sheets of blood red paper, a propagandic message announcing a warning to the good citizens of this country
"CITIZENS, AS YOUR GOVERNMENT WE MUST INFORM YOU OF AN EVIL. AN EVIL THAT WEARS A MASK OF GOODNESS AND CARING. THEY WILL TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE OPPRESSED. THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER YOUR OWN LIVES. THAT YOU ARE BEING LIED TO...
I see dead things every day walking around with the mask of happiness faking the act of living
ha ha charade you are
I see the empty eyes mindlessly wandering through life black pits instead of pupils seeing only the fog of the damned
I see creatures with dark minds completely void of the life giving light shuffling along their well worn paths mindless of where they go putting one foot forward at a time thinking they are walking the walk of the living