What We Are, And May Be..
i am not a social being. i am an art-creature ,'/, ,','.’'/’,' , ,.,, ,,..
i-- i am and do a lot of things. but primarily, i must say this: i am not a social--being. i am an art-creature'!,,.
i am not a social being. i am an art-creature ,'/, ,','.’'/’,' , ,.,, ,,..
It amazes me, the haste with which A child dedicates her life To the nearest temptation that lies before Her naïve eyes have only seen a mere slice.
Poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,.
Face encrypts the grace plateau Mother sweeps the season's Row So please just keep our lights in tow Don't wanna swing off; don't lose the road So bittersweet is your bare feet Touching pavement;...
A Stack of Books for my lush, small nightstand A glass of water rests on the books Solitary, I swallow and I snuggle in my comfy sitting spot The wall beside me holds the frames.