Never really fancied myself a poet, but the shoe fits from time to time.
Equality feels like persecution when you have only ever known privilege
I like the rugged blue ribbon, around your neck, And the way mud feels dry on your face. Being content knowing God gives me the ...
monophobic logophile who likes moonlight and drinking tea I’d love to be published
all poems are property of ....
a lost boy searching for his home in a world without houses
"we put it all into a poem, to tell the universe who we were, and why we were here, and what we said and did ...
Poetry is my release. My sober way of coping with life. It is a hobby that I like to think I have a spec of ...
"I'm un-orphaned in your northern lights" -Bon Iver; 10 d E A T h b R E a s T ⚄ ⚄ GET WET
all this pain is an illusion
Everything I write belongs to me, and is copyrighted as such. If you steal my poetry and try to pass it off as your own, ...
I am a monk, minimalist and anarchist. I now live in Mechanicsburg, PA in a shotgun apartment (without a shotgun) with only a neurotic cat ...
Pens were designed with wordful purposes, our hands and minds serve only as catalysts.
All works ©Jacob Christopher unless noted otherwise. Honestly, if you have to steal my words be my fucking guest; I'll just create more and you ...
If you like my stuff and want to know more, DM me! (Include a favorite song!) If you read a nasty comment I left on ...
"All I had to offer was my own confusion." -Jack Kerouac "Ditto." - Me Warrior, poet, wanderer. These words are a tale wrought decades. Tumblr ...
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