I am a mortal poetess with the spirit
of a warrior and an indefatigable heart.
The vivacious writer of the bored,
philosophical poet for the thinkers and
self conscious minds; the dreamy and
sensual, romantic poet at the stroke
Well, i am just a creative woman with a
My mind is a fictitious novel and my
ethereal body embodies all philosophy.
My ideas are explicated in beer gardens
and made alive at one mic shows as i
peddle across the stage twirling words
stuck within my mind in a word play.
I am undeterred in my verbal pursuit
with a mission to spread the seed of
knowledge using Poetry.
My Poetry is free, frisky and filled to
the brim with my plain thoughts and
convictions about love and life.
My Poetry is a libation of words poured
out of a beer keg and served cold as the
“bitter truth punch”.
My words fall gracefully from outer
space and wander across these pages
like a lunatic- creating a plethora of
gibberish phrases and sentences.
My words capture the very essence
of the human condition as i reveal my
open thoughts and imaginations in
I run chapters of history, pages of my
every day life across empty pages, using
experience to inspire and educate.
I use rhythm and imaginary to tame
savage minds with subjugation.
Translating the whispers of my vintage
soul into beautiful shapes and perceptions
about the world.
I am the gluttonous poetess always hungry
I am the drunk poetess gibbering at one
I am the violent poetess, always fighting
with words and bleeding across pages.
I am the vulgar poetess with a dirty mind
constantly leering at words the way a pervert
ogles at nude skin.
I am just a poetess who loves to play with words.