~suspended~
it is an unlikely animation
a milky cartoon
free seeming
yet
secured by
ribbons
connected to indigo chariots
the colour
not the speed
provided by snails or gods
you know,
with
glowing shells
BUT
remember please
we are more than shell
we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and floats
bouyed on salt
singing
and squealing
we are fertility
coating the sun and disappearing
only
momentarily
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
"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
