SheWhoKnows


the poet


you want to know  how can anyone  large shadow  a, b, c  time of day  spring  look out my window  I see you staring  cruel place  somewhere  endings  not me  sun shines  stare at the mirror  hurt, pain  To A Soulmate  tiger's eyes  rain splatters  treat me like shit?  fire inside!  No One  journeys  love and lust  My Friend  falling  bitch, whore  no comfort  yes, yes  the music begins  somewhere i know  no longer  understanding  smurf  in...out...  Label.  addiction  lie in the darkness  frustrations  Fire  cold, alone  SheWhoKnows  you fell in love  human  wolf sees all  what to think  i feel lost  angel  twelve 

yes, yes

it reminds me of a whale masquerading as a colony of ants dressed in white togas dancing around the moon which orbits the distant weed that grows high on the bottom of the ocean floor next to a crane flying in circles for no good reason other than to see if the chicken could cross the road before the egg which was running away from the pine tree that was 100 years older than even the roots it sprang from during a time of great joy to the birth of the Easter Bunny that hops around with candy which is good to eat, or so the turle things as he sticks his head into his house on wheels that came off of the alligator's rabbit which he had for breakfast on the second tuesday following the party where the whale masquerading as a colony of ants dressed in white togas dancing around the moon which orbits the distant weed...