Biography of Lisa Silk
Bellingham, born. Lummi rez, raised. There really is not much to say. To you, I am a novice writer, a seventeen year old, a kid. I attend Ferndale High, a place of hell and hella good memories. I live with my mother, that thing on the couch she calls a boyfriend, my little sister and three nephews. It's a crowded life but hey as long as they're there (and they stay out of my room) its all good.
Lisa Silk Poems
Chew a banana
My Asian Angel
My life is bleak without Tsu-yin and Jordan I feel weak
Why Can'T I Love Him?
Ever since she left All I did was weep and cry Ever since I met him All I do is swoon and sigh
I have chosen him, Him, over my desires. Those big silver eyes.
A Blissful Wound...
Man, my step brother has hot little friends. I ain't talkin about the guys either. But they are ditzyer than I intend But the girls; I need a breather
Torn In Two.
I sit here in this class thinking of her, My regret is so huge I cannot think. It has been months since she married her sir. Without her to brighten my day, life stinks.
She Is Forever Out Of My Reach...
A photo of her wedding in my hand. Parrot Bay in the other, makes a switch. An arranged marriage to this asian man. I'm so bitter for he is so rich.
The Green Monster. (Not Jealousy)
I hear a snort of substance through the nose. It is an epidemic of the pill. This little green pill, all their money goes, Synthetic form of heroin, be still.
I Never Had A Chance...
My ideal date would have to have good weed Happiness lies within a single toke I am fullfilled, so I fulfill his need. The least I can do, it's his weed I choked.
I am very fond of a womans touch That's right, I am a full blown lesbion My desire runs like blood from a cut. Each girl in my game is only a pawn.
The gateway... Its sweet, bitter ambrosia... numbs my pain
There is an ink that never erases... A recorder that never stops writing.
When the violin Puts an end to her singing all must be silent. When she is alone
I Am My Own.
Who am I? shoot... I'm still tryin' to figure that out...
Its sweet, bitter
numbs my pain
makes up my shell.
nothing compares to doobage.
to you straight laced assholes
it is bad.
But burners like me