the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me
i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear
it’s pointless …
i always see me
so
i hide inside my nudity
i hide behind my noise
exposed and vulnerable
because i am alive
photography by Justin Ealand
To see more art and stuff go to my website, currently a work in progress itself!
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
to save a life
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
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
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
