Poems from J.D. Jarnagin
There once was a man.
Every day he would dress nicely and go to work.
He would go at the crack of dawn, and then return at the break of...
The truth to love is that it does not exist.
A trick upon which many desist.
We wish to believe that are hearts are free of control,
that...
It's funny
I wish for originality, but crave for comfort
I believe in change, but desire only familiarity
I need to adapt, but can only...
A gun, a fist, a net, a cist
There is no stopping these actions
A hug, a kiss, a tug of bliss
There is no rhyme or reason
If I could...