My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks

Broken umbrellas & sturdy desksMaking no distinctions for the loss of timeSketching out all the possible plotsWillful heartache remains the worst kind of crimePut away your stencils & fountain pensThese days call for someone to be original & boldToss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notionThis world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own moldTeaContinue reading “Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks”