When You Started Thinking It Was Easy,

How Can I Shed Tears For A Man I Should Never Have Allowed To Touch Me In Any Way?

The Poets Are The Standard Bearers Of Language. Their Work Lives Or Dies Word By Word. When I Write And Can Hear A Clunky Sentence, I Try To Write Up To The Poetry That I Have Recited Beforehand.

And I Thought, There Was No God, There Was Only What You Wanted.

When I Start Writing, My Unconscious, My Conflicts, My Thoughts All Start To Come Up. So For Me, Writing Is An Exploration. I Never Know How My Stories Will End.

The Phoenix Must Burn To Emerge.