phenomenon is definitively accepting
I dreamed only of scarred cuts
under sacrilege as a minister
I don't pray but my poetry is my salvation.
the intelligent design is my own mind and hands.
I am a poet I flow life.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
