Jan 4, 2007

The New Year

She shrugs off her skin like an old shoe.
The year is gone with her pride.
The sallow, abandonment of it all.
Will this be her year of triumph?
Or another trip in the barrell?
She has come to care not for the worldy needs.
But of the inner spark that has went out.
The underlying end of humanity..

5 comments:

Pookie said...

I hope she finds the inner spark again.

Terrific writing!

Blancodeviosa said...

thank you. i was actually in a great mood when i wrote. go figure... i am such a weirdo

4 Non Blogs said...

the fuck happened you your myspace, yo?

Knitty Yas said...

you know what she needs? the preverbial flint of life. :P strike that flint honey! and LIVE!!! LIVE UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE THROUGH!!!

luvluv.

Blancodeviosa said...

yas: you are the an inspiration to right about the lighter side of life... i will most definetly give it my best luv

sKinny: hackers, fucking hackers.. i want them all to die slow and miserable deaths