Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
It’s crumbling
Aging unlike wine
Soon it won’t even exist
Everything tastes yummy
Before it hits my tummy
My journey through life, writing and art.
By Kel Dayheart
ExpiRingInspiRatioN
Musings on life, love, and healing past trauma
Word-Experimentalist
spit, mixed with dirt - muddy words flow
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Beautifully Chaotic
Faith+Perseverance + The ability to make your dream a reality!!!
"At intervals the clang of a strange bell shivered over the onyx city, answered each time by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, viols, and chanting voices." - H.P. Lovecraft, 'The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath'
