Tag Archives: thoughts
you are the smell of sharpie pens i use to scratch shit out onto my skin. like mushy blushing endearments across my forearms and forehead. broad strokes. that smell, covering me in poetics and charms. ©jjj
full moons and oracles and omens. i will build an alter. light candles. sleep with crystals. and dream of feathers in flight. ©jjj
the morning is quiet. dribbling each word from my lips and witnessing scribbled up blank spaces layer into my life. wrenched tight within a part of the world… happenings spent waiting lifetimes apart. this seed sprouted: just let myself be. … Continue reading
walking, the morning winter winds pick up and jingle the brass bells tied to a glossy red ribbon nailed to my front porch post. their sounding clears my energy. rejuvenates my soul. the molecules surrounding my being whip into a … Continue reading
spoken by my tenderfriend.