fading
purple flowers
lie softly
plush
stitching
old
old
knees
and
infant fingers
s t r e t c h i n g
in jagged space
to smooth
incongruous
cheeks
like
paper
drawn with lines
and
finely
etched madness
in
eyes too full
of
sunlight dreaming
fading
purple flowers
lie softly
plush
stitching
old
old
knees
and
infant fingers
s t r e t c h i n g
in jagged space
to smooth
incongruous
cheeks
like
paper
drawn with lines
and
finely
etched madness
in
eyes too full
of
sunlight dreaming
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
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
