Erica Francis (January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)
Biography of Erica Francis
She writes for pleasure, not for punctuation.
Erica Francis Poems
It is true: My husband has never taken out
In all honesty
In all honesty today has been something out of the ordinary.
This is not a poem about passion this is not a poem about love
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Your eyes are the colour of water but it is completely frozen over and there is no way into your vision unless I somehow warm you up first
For a woman like me it is improper to act such things.
This is my application I plan to dazzle I plan to inspire
Kind Paris under my feet. The clack of heels
Whore wearing knickers
She strutted about in her knickers yelling maledictions at the passers-by not caring who would be offended by such a crude inturpretation
Unknown words flow through my mind in hopes of reaching the light at the end
Put on a happy face
I'm happy for you my dear I put on my happy face
Mother may I
Mother may I throw food around because I am contrary as an infant?
A pirates tale (Not a very good poem.)
Yo ho, me hearties A pirate be I. I swabbin' the deck
I want to taste
I want to taste the spot just below your ear, where
For the love of
For the love of my shoe collection, this woman has heels
From the desk of (03)
From the desk of
a dear man's muse:
If you leave the house
and your'e not wearing
everyone will notice
but only you