24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

Tulsa, OK    let it go this too shall pass

nowhere    i have no right to call myself one who knows i hope by the time you read this poem you are warm

M/Dallas    Amongst the hobos and the stars. Living in the land of cars. I write my words when I've been drinking, spent my night out at …

I prefer writing in a notebook. All works are my own, even the notebook. All works are copyrighted.

With Strangers    Words fall through me, always fool me. If you want to read more unpublished shit of mine heres my blog http://pensievesandpoetry.wordpress.com/