LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. Journey on a road that is smooth, graveled and sometimes even unmade yet to the destination that is not pretty. Euphemism intended. Scribbles, v. The product of life's ups and downs while on the road to decay. Darks, lights and greys all depicted in a strin...
Everyone has a story. Many powerful one are held within past relationships. Both friendships and loves. Here are some of mine. There's nothing wrong with remembering. Shout out to @BonitaRogue for the great cover
T H 3 3 : is a collection of [ 1 0 4 t i n y p o e m s ] on various subjects: love, hate, acceptance, and even sin. P L E A S E E N J O Y. P L E A S E V O T E. P L E A S E C O M M E N T. © J A Y S E / WRITTENINMYSOUL
sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All cre...
