| v a N e s s a m o N i Q u e |
| u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n |
| u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n g t h o u g h t s r u n n i n all of the above poems written by vms |
| s c a r s . |
| s c a r s . these immature hands caused the broken glass of one or two deafening crash soft soles of my feet walked the shattered path piercing, slashing blood, scars of wrath both these newfound eyes have confused for light lesser darkness brighter not bright the skin of my youth still cut, bruised and sore clear is the mark what to abhor let these hands touch no not one more it has proven too much disaster before let these feet walk on the soft ground onto the steady rock or here be bound let these eyes see bring light that's true and what I am to be only renewed. |