All we have, we give away;
A few do it
While still alive
All we have, we give away;
A few do it
While still alive
“We need to explode this myth
About nice guys,” she wrote,
“If they aren’t jerks to your face
They are just being manipulative.”
And I thought to myself,
Although perhaps unfairly,
How must this woman’s father
Have treated her
Or not treated her
For her to be so sure about
All men?
Any powerful thing
Can be a weapon
Yet powerful things?
They fascinate
You and me –
That’s why people use sex
As a weapon
And why we all get burned
So constantly
racked and stacked
and sorted into classes;
but some few remain
who remember that it is
what’s in the boxes that counts
the world is too big
for someone like me —
i don’t even understand
the yard
Familiarity can indeed breed contempt –
For that reason
Nobody can hate us
Like the people who love us
If food is love
How many people you don’t know
Helped love you today?
Beauty is fleeting
But ugly
Has a way of sticking with you
seeing it
and feeling it
are different
sorts of
things