A word can bend a universe
And him was just a random thought
A memory that imprinted on my skin
I hear them whisper
Who is she and where’s she been?
And they don’t know
That I am her…
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A word can bend a universe
And him was just a random thought
A memory that imprinted on my skin
I hear them whisper
Who is she and where’s she been?
And they don’t know
That I am her…
~ Inspiration and Opportunities for all ~
Poetry, short stories and photography
Writing it out, one blog at a time.
The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
Commentary on what interests me, reflecting my personal take on the world
Hare Krishna
mental wellness through dark halls
Among no other things
opening the mind and heart through poetry
Poetry and short stories
fiction.poetry.art.truth.humor.life
Poetry about mental health and being a general basket case.
Some people need a creative outlet. I need a creative outlet mall.
I was going to be "Hold On Till May" or something artsy-fartsy like that, but nooo, that URL was taken.
~ Inspiration and Opportunities for all ~
Poetry, short stories and photography
Writing it out, one blog at a time.
The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
Commentary on what interests me, reflecting my personal take on the world
Hare Krishna
mental wellness through dark halls
Among no other things
opening the mind and heart through poetry
Poetry and short stories
fiction.poetry.art.truth.humor.life
Poetry about mental health and being a general basket case.
Some people need a creative outlet. I need a creative outlet mall.
I was going to be "Hold On Till May" or something artsy-fartsy like that, but nooo, that URL was taken.
a gem. tony
THANK YOU TONY (:
Unsure, but I think you’re back… Seven lines pure to drink in their wealth.
That’s funny, I’m still unsure also, just trying o keep Mentalnotes1 alive.
Sometimes we don’t need to run fast, rather slow down, take in a few different moments as our world grows amongst all the other worlds, out beneath the wide blue.