Posted by Pinkjumpers in life Tags: art, depression, english, Life, Literature, Love, Poetry, relationships
January 25, 2015 at 9:14 pm
I don’t get it
January 25, 2015 at 9:23 pm
as is the trial of poetry.
January 25, 2015 at 10:02 pm
you sound great and that’s good for poetry 🙂
January 26, 2015 at 12:38 pm
^^ I remember a quote by Jim Morrison, that went something like ‘Real poetry doesn’t really say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities.’ I think, then, that sometimes my poetry isn’t real poetry. But one man’s meat, and all that. And I like this one, Anna.
January 26, 2015 at 11:48 pm
February 16, 2015 at 6:36 am
fantastic back cover goes with yr poem
July 12, 2015 at 7:24 pm
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