Artist. Poet. Free Spirit.
"stream of consciousness n. 3" sitting on my porch in a galaxy of nothingness as the day fades away i look up and venus is passing by
By cloie davis5 years ago in Poets
"stream of consciousness" neon trees glowing green red cars rolling down the road purple clouds of smoke fog my mind with exotic silks
"wayward woman" i am a wayward woman a woman of the desert and sea whose biggest fear is to be eclipsed and limited by the sands of time
"neptune motel" my mind is scattered in pieces my thoughts break off into asteroids and shoot out like falling stars my feet are on the earth but my being floats to mars
