A fork in the path appears
whilst I,
knee deep in nude undoing
Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave, resist the opal footprint,
nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this
glowing movement forward
OR
ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me
OUT
and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step
Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
FEEL
Yes FEEL the toffee gold sun in between your toes
Let me inspire the possibility of what could be
"where creativity roams free"
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!
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Emotional musings- emotionspassion@gmail.com
The conversations
ART - Aesthete and other fallacies
