We Built This Life
yes we did as a matter of fact we did with no one else so stop talking and do before the ground takes you apart and the sun forgets about you if you want...
Tagged: poem 20
Reflexivity
I set out to write a poem, and turned out a cliché; a pretty little cliché, like a rose but a little better than just a rose; not a red rose — like a...
The Fields
Sometimes ideas breeze through my mind as winds in a wheat field That ebb and flow in the misty haze, dancing a dance they cannot ever have learned And I think that is the...
