Author Archives: littlejasmine1

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.

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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.


Words about words,

tapping on a window

like rain.


Togetherness is not

a withered field,

it is three thousand

great thousand worlds,

dew posted

on every blade of grass.


Eyes sleep,

hearts do not;

outgrew the boy,

then again the real man,

long nights

summon clarity

of existence.


When I say it is she,

I mean she is you.

Fearlessly scale heights,

know they look at you.

Jump and you shall fly,

of you there are few.


Current Position

Under way from

where I was

to the place

I ought to be,

out in the woods,

postcard stamped,

I’ll throw away

the key.

Telling to told,

somewhere

under the sun

you’ll find me.

Hand clasping,

stone holding

colour of the

deep blue sea.