i wandered beneath an elm
and gazed into the sable sky
wondering aloud who was at the helm
of a world as strange as this
where fathers cry
and mothers dehisce
because those that took control
were never meant for the role
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Writer, Student, Part-time Superhero
A Celebration of Bibliophiles
“What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just." - Finding Neverland
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
A place for me to store and share my poems. New poem at least every Wednesday or when I feel like it.
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