FROM THE MIND OF A WORDSMITH
sore-thumbelina:

Ferdinando Scianna: Rome. Villa Borghese. 1963.

sore-thumbelina:

Ferdinando Scianna: Rome. Villa Borghese. 1963.

recoverykitty:

 
221. (a poem)

thissometimepoet:

221.


I was tattooed
by her lips
and fingernails

only to have her
slip away
before the ink
could dry.

I’m White And Even I’m Afraid (a poem)

thissometimepoet:

I’m White And Even I’m Afraid



False knights
of justice
riding in
police cruisers
dressed like
stormtroopers

beware
you draw
their eye.

I’m White And Even I’m Afraid (a poem)

thissometimepoet:

I’m White And Even I’m Afraid



False knights
of justice
riding in
police cruisers
dressed like
stormtroopers

beware
you draw
their eye.

Caged bird

ekclements:

Oh little bird
Why do you sing?
It doesn’t mean much
It doesn’t mean a thing.

hecallsmelovely:

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The pain that you have been feeling can not compare to the joy that is coming.
Romans 8:18 (via ynbe)