I wrote poems regularly. Yet, I stopped for some laborious reasons if I were to tell you at length. Watered down: I didn’t want to get made fun of because I was the love/beauty poetry guy.
When your imagination is dashed because of a pooping horse
I have yet to see lovers ask a wall how to be free together. Maybe then, lovers could learn from me on how to climb…well, me.
<iframe src=”https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:track:2xFxMCpPRIsgXkND5gG4aA” width=”300″ height=”380″ frameborder=”0″ allowtransparency=”true”> “I never asked to be born, and death’s no question. The sun’s still shining off the same old lessons. Then why does life feel like an educated guess and my thoughts are like meals, I’m a sucker for the seconds. Impressions got a lot of us stressing, but howContinue reading “Own Appeal”