i do not desire to be soft with you, warned about using the other -amidst dark and light angelic beings the grueling battle between rubble left behind, our bodies castaway.
don’t know what this is, feeling everyone has gotten too close and the walls cave panic
i accidently drank bottled, spiced rum witnessed my second birth entering breeched and worn out faulty
who am i heard you say chaos exists in silence wayward be in shadow’s cloak ruptures
7/2017 Chicago drifting mind time lost in space wish she had stayed, played me all the way, beyond.
i am going to keep living the other choice is sacrifice myself for the greater good
do i dare spurn tea leaves turn faces to stone reckless hope wandering the wind alone
woke tired mind lingering scent speaks wasted hours bent over never the same girl twice defeated
think of you are you thinking of me too, somewhere the colors bend and highlight spheres
Jeanne’s GoodReads Review Please feel free to add me to your Goodreads’s friend’s list. 😁🕊🎶 My Feathered Heart (original poem) My review of The Feathered Heart by Mark Turcotte. I once found a teeny-tiny downy woodpecker feather. At most, the feather measured one inch (2.54 cm) in length. My guess as to the year found…