JessysGirl08


Writing

Restless

The air is blowing shivers; all the pores which in turn / Tuck their tiny heads against my sides and / Cry.

The wanderings of the man inside my head

How I wander / And do not know where I’m going or where I have been- / What is the meaning?

Reborn

Tawny tints of skin / caressed by the oceans salt tears, / murmurs, but her belly heaves / and holding her sides, she’s laughing.

Crimson

It is the thought that makes it different.

Potential

you exclaim / and smile… / like you’ve just / savored something new

Flying

became the / painted incubus among other / earth bound birds. I / would have tried to walk again / but I knew the story.

Watchlist

  • Ed Clews
  • kafka
  • Natalie Perkins
  • Bryan Collins
  • VinA
  • Manolya  F.