If you let someone love you will they wander off?
will they
get lost
or side tracked,
like I did when I was three at the market?
The little ivory elephant was
my desire
then,
the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.
My loves, my treasure.
If I am someone’s
little ivory elephant
will they leave me?
to fall through the cracks
in the back seat of a purple station wagon
maybe…..
and maybe they will remember me one day,
maybe they will remember me fondly.
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
but i know different
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
On Grief, Childhood, and Living with Anxiety
All Eyes On This #Teen
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
