I have given the last bit of love away that I thought I had inside of me. That love was hers. I was trying to show what she already had inside her. Now broken. A connection. Making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I am working on turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I am almost incapable of explaining it to
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Joseph Anthony and writers in Poets and other communities.
All of her
I wish I knew a way to capture your heart, before it was left in the dark. I would nurse it back to perfect order. I know I would have to give it all the time it needed from me but thats alright. All the time for centuries is what I have. I would blanket my love over it. Tender kisses and soft spoken words.
By Joseph Anthonyabout a year ago in Poets
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith3 days ago in Humor
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.