Grizzled houses desperate in need for a weary, traveler’s feet.
Hanging to chasms of rubbish buried with half burned tin cans…
the cleavage of crippled, front doors
…
Bygone…ordinary, tarnished, steel coat pegs.
and
forgotten ice skates
…
and the one cent stamp.
…
A room.
A community not centered.
A destination of ordinary.
A place of my own…
A house kept in my withering hands…with a body in similar repose.
Dust in day by day.
Secretly I will drive it away.
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Your thoughts while having coffee
You deserved to feel love that isn't spelled backwards
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Mina upplevelser på de konserter och musikaler jag sett
a written aspirations to inspire.
Frank Regan in words
Just a messenger of the Lord
Pen to paper.
Word-Experimentalist
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
Rare Poetry and Food stories
Drawing a line through 50
viral quotes and pictures
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.
You'r Looking At The Right Place, Your Soul!
tips , tricks , advices
LOOKING INTO THE PAST ....
Original Beats By JakeBreh
