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MY POETRY
PAGE 2

UNTITLED

She stares herself in the mirror
poor sodomy of potential
tears created by misguided fears
forever led into wilderness by a strange hand

words are mirrors of the soul
mutated expression of the truth

music- the language of emotion

humanity- phenomenal desire to be loved.

This image in the mirrored part

the act of wisdom and rites of passage

AMERICAN womanhood of the world.

Still laying on empty sheets

of passion.

By Julia Kriss

.uterus-egg-earth.
the fertile breathing
footprints
steaming fresh
burning in my
desperate plea
for fairness.
how raw the seed
rotten in my freedom.

by Julia Kriss

7/9/98

Emptiness.
silence.
Sweet sound
of exhaust.

Dry
in the hole
built for solitude

Mind
pure for poetry.

by Julia Kriss

She likes Sadness

Sadness, like a corroding,
shrinking flower, held upon
the soft , pale breast
of a mourning woman clad
in black.
The eyes would tell all
but a part of the feeling,
such a feeling,
a dagger struck within your heart.
The blade would not budge
the more you try to alleviate
the saltier your tears become.
Suffering, yearning scratching away
her soft , restricting skin.
Words of sad deliverance
bring you closer to hell.
When she shouts out her sorrow
hoping to be picked up by the wind,
it takes her nowhere
but deeper into sadness
realization of lonliness
at the heart of lovelessness
and in the unrealistic end of death.
with the flavor of madness,
plus the stench of new life
she collapses into the darkness of her mind.

by Julia Kriss

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