it would be easy, if one could simply open
the bathroom closet
and ignoring own reflection,
which is hanging from the mirror on its door,
retrieve the makeup remover from the shelf.
yet, it is never easy
to do without looking.
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
A great WordPress.com site
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.
I can't eat biscuits, but I have a better idea ...