Serpentine – A poem

There could be many things cloaked by a snakeskin –
A wobbling thought weaving through tall grass,
Or a spine shattering dread hissing

And twisting it’s way up your neck,
Or a wrist worming it’s way around your waist
With fingers walking where they aren’t welcome.

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Evergreen – A poem

The only thing real And evergreen We have in this world Is our souls, Our thoughts And our emotions, And reading and writing These words Brings into my life Some sort of Substance. Maybe if more people Placed more importance On the things that have Meaning And are unchangeable And took more care Of the…

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