Poems from distantdrumming
I've always loved the sound of words, the way they slip from one's lips and effect the mind. I don't know much but I know this: words, like people, can either be the weakest or strongest thing.
If you were to visit my elementary school playground between my 3rd and 6th grade years you could find a gawky, quiet group of girls...
I am bieng unhinged by myself. My mind thumbs each clever fringe, considers each miniscule membrane.
Tendrils uproot carefully, any...