Whimsically written renditions of beauty...
Could I be more senseless in my approach to this introduction of seduction???
Face focused in thee inhabitants of my crafting utensils...
Quill pens & crisp pieces of shaven tree...
This to me is a bliss to be spoken of,
could I be then a token of, projected poets, when the ink is "in stroke with love???"
But who cares about the way I shoot longing stares,
at blessed binders of the finest quality...
I could stack over a thousand pages of self written literature in this one...
So many things I could expound on,
like the ways I've never fit into societal norms...
How I'm just a misfit torn, In this bitch scorned...
Tidbits of rhythmic porn,
"chilly tales'' of really pale scales unveiled...
Death in quickened numbers,
dates from my bid in hell...
Just a few topics to sharpen their optics, celebrating pens, & paper, cause they're my escape from the Cosmic Gothic.
Written by Theodore Johnson Jr aka TRJ
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