Author Archives: littlejasmine1

Twenty-nine steps, you count to three. fifty-two crossed and feet move free. Summer nights we both can foresee. Twenty-one held, don’t you agree.

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If I let them, I’d let lungs fill with your scent. 💫


Face turned on time gone,

sage wisdom lost to a song.

Soundless garland scent.


Through folding-doors,

came to me as you did,

the time before.

Rarest of visits,

three in all.

No urban sprawl,

a passing bell,

reaching the toll.

Limbs stepped

out of frame,

in the gap,

a yellow dawn.

Freestanding the wall,

win scored with scrawls.

What do I bring?

What you hold,

you own it all.


Purpose of the pennies, they pay for a room.


Eyes wide open,

throat sore

singing songs

of the blind.

Line drawn

on line,

drunk on vanity

all a waste

of your time.

Foes closer

than friends,

when they

come in disguise.

Shutters cut out

the heat,

inner red

overflowing,

endurance is

when you

do not die.


Eyes wide open,

throat sore

singing songs

of the blind.

Line drawn

on line,

drunk on vanity

all a waste

of your time.

Foes closer

than friends,

when they

come in disguise.

Shutters cut out

the heat,

inner red

overflowing,

endurance is

when you

do not die.