Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.
Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.
Verba volant, scripta manent !
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.
It’s just D.I.Y. What could go wrong 😈
Fiction authors and their shorts
the writings, musings, and photography of a dream smith
Poems & Photos by DM Shepherd
Paranormal Romance
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Inspiring & fueling veggie athletes
The ordinary is the magic.
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
Smidgens
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Small Scale Fabricated Photography, Toy Photography History, Art Creation Musings
mixed-media artist
Together we can give the nineteenth century a voice in the twenty-first century.
where chaos gives birth to poetic expression
thoughts and images from my perspective
Oh very cooooool this one is :))
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