is there a moment in your life
when you’ll look in the mirror
and will see a real self
or you’ll continue worshiping the mask
the mask that is looking at you
from every mirror
Stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations from the mind of a madman philosopher.
Thinks and again mumbles!!
My Heart Perched On Verse
The Writings of Janna Michelle
"I don't want to earn my living; I want to live."
colours of my poetic ink
haiku, magic, love, nature
Just some strings of words
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A wee bit o' poetry with a touch of the sciences.
Poetry . . . mostly
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
Jamaican flavored - Wood, Needle & Word Craft
My life's journey written inside my metaphorical room.