“When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.”

Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.

Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem i’ll never send.

I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.

Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.

On my worst days my brain tries to trick me into wishing i stayed. Its really trying to convince me that i didn’t deserve to survive.

I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.

Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?

If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.

I want to find my soul rather than lose it.

There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.

I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.

The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.

I know I could be a petty queen, I could release all the receipts the way you treated me. But honey I’m happier living in peace than cruelty.

The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.

It has been years now and you still remain, blood stains splattered across my brain. Its not that you were the first woman that I loved, you were the first person I memorized properly.

Dr Johnson died in 1944. The suspicion exists that he was silenced…However two federal inspectors did examine his hospital record in the late 1950’s. They concluded it was likely that he was poisoned.

A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.

My standard answer is that I have the same struggle as any working parent but with the good fortune to be working at my dream job. Or sometimes I just hand them a juicy red apple I’ve poisoned in my working-mother witch cauldron and fly away.

The social damage was not in the failure but in the undertaking, which was expensive. The cost of war was the poison running through the 14th century.

Oh, mercy. If it catches you in the wrong frame of mind, the King James Bible can make you want to drink poison in no uncertain terms.

Success is a poison that should only be taken late in life and then only in small doses.

Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison.

The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.