![]() Crucified Little EarthquakesA Poem by Frieda P![]() ~inspiration Tori Amos, Crucify![]() looking for my savior to undo me under the rubble of victims remission my chained heart nailed to a cross lust'd sheets beneath the dirty streets crucify myself lookin' for imprinted adoration little earthquakes of my soul unload'd save me from myself and these blood tears my heart thunders like a roller coaster ride, struggle to captivate your poetic prowess never good enough to leave my impassioned stain severe'd connections in feeble breath's wake washed away in torrents within ocean's depth castles crumble in the chaos of my mindless muse ![]() ![]() © 2014 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on January 24, 2014Last Updated on January 26, 2014 Author![]() Frieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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