i use to write poetry all the time when i was younger and for some reason - I stopped. Well this forum might just be a good place to spout out some words.

This one.. (heehee).. Is dedicated to my Monthly. May it rot in hell! Seriously, If you need eggs I'll sell you mine.



It's happening again..
The gradual oscillation of your painful power
Overtakes my body
Makes me cringe and cramp with hate and respect
You make me just a body - a servant under your control
You decide and I have no choose but to follow
But know i hate you.. every month, every day and every hour
you are near me,
in me
get out of me.