This Is The Place Where Ideas Flow — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)

This is the place where ideas flowLike cheap coffee from glass pot.A place that only I may knowDesigned with trinkets to unclot. Wooden boards I laid out and sandedScrewed to one another, they mingleThey support my tapping handedDown to my keyboard to make jingle. This sacred place, my sanctuaryDenver lies in the corner, curled.She feels […]
This Is The Place Where Ideas Flow — Primitive Poetry

finding my song — jdubqca (Reblog)

when I tell them I want to be a bird when I grow up all I hear is laughter not just any bird I go on to say but one in which I can paint my own feathers a different color every day one in which I can sing a new song until I find […]
finding my song — jdubqca