Poetry is like a puff of pleasant perfume that we walk through in life. Not to see or touch...but to breathe in a mixture of wonderful words that send us on a relative journey in thought.
Stories in this set
Again Submitted on December 18, 2009 - 23:17 | 428 reads
Could We Submitted on October 9, 2011 - 13:13 | 81 reads
Distance Submitted on December 10, 2009 - 04:28 | 645 reads
February 14th. Submitted on January 29, 2010 - 00:17 | 411 reads
for mom Submitted on February 21, 2010 - 15:33 | 392 reads
Hail Halloween Submitted on October 29, 2009 - 20:51 | 458 reads
Living Suicide Submitted on September 12, 2010 - 16:49 | 266 reads
Look at me Daddy Submitted on June 12, 2010 - 22:09 | 326 reads
Mr. Other Submitted on September 18, 2011 - 16:26 | 92 reads
Playtime Submitted on February 4, 2010 - 02:00 | 418 reads
Poet ...Pee Submitted on January 15, 2010 - 23:12 | 393 reads
Poetry? Submitted on January 8, 2010 - 17:00 | 399 reads
Pussy Cow Submitted on October 31, 2009 - 13:59 | 817 reads
Russell and Violet Submitted on December 13, 2009 - 21:31 | 483 reads
Santa's Pub Submitted on December 20, 2009 - 00:49 | 427 reads
Spring Submitted on January 12, 2010 - 18:10 | 367 reads
The End of Poetry Submitted on January 27, 2010 - 01:52 | 407 reads
the final man Submitted on October 11, 2011 - 22:13 | 82 reads
the universe Submitted on October 5, 2011 - 02:28 | 101 reads
tiny poetry Submitted on January 28, 2010 - 01:11 | 457 reads
Two moons and one tear Submitted on December 10, 2009 - 03:05 | 395 reads
We Know Submitted on January 12, 2010 - 17:36 | 385 reads
Why Submitted on January 8, 2010 - 18:51 | 346 reads
Woman Submitted on December 11, 2009 - 14:55 | 419 reads
