Drunk on HatredHatred fermented so deep and so long,Just a whiff makes me tipsy.A sip is to much,It makes me do crazy things,Makes me start fightsThat should have been fought long ago,And say things that young ladies really shouldn't.But hatred is so bittersweet,Releasing primal emotions, so wild and strange,It's a wonder I'm human at all!
Many A-Year AgoMany a-day I've sleptIn my wonderland weptUpon the soft green meadowsWhere the cool breeze scarce has sweptSince my mind wandered hereMany a-year agoIn this lush AidennI was but a maidenWhere the trees sang to meWhile I, with burdens ladenSlumbered in quaint ignoranceMany a-year agoBut on a day, I thought, cruelly fatedThe tree songs frightenedly abatedAs a conqueror rushed through themMy loneliness invadedAnd launched a war upon my paradiseMany a-year agoFrom my peaceful slumber awakingTo see this strange man my garden takingI barked to him "I wake to find my forest burning!And my solitude breaking!I beseech you, quit my haven,Surely I'm no foe!"And he smiled and replied,"Nay, on the contrary, you shall be my bride.And you shall make a garden as wondrous as thisIn my urban kingdom, were I shall be your guide."To which I simply howled atAnd trotted to my burrow.Before long, I was caughtSo weak from running, I hardly foughtAs this vampire grip overtook my
I know thisMy Grandmother smelled of rosewater,I know this from her clothes.My Grandmother was beautiful,I know this from old photos.My Grandmother was compassionate,I know this from family stories.My Grandmother was generous,I know this from her friends.But I didn't know my Grandmother,For her mind was gone before mine was formed.And my final memory of herAre the many blossoms on her grave.