The writing of Daniel Jones
The starting line is staggered.You were born behind.So long as you’re still running,you’re doing just fine.
the salt of your skin
Here’s to the daffodils
and here’s to the tulips.
Most are felled by frost before fruition;
face-first in less than fertile fields.
Still, they obey the sun when it beckons them forth, 46 more words
A Dash of Athazagoraphobia
Long have I bathed myself in darkness- drenched my body and mind in shadow-
All in the hopes of coaxing out the fire inside my heart and soul. 72 more words
two eye mind
A thought in time yet time has gone byA notion in a stream which conscience once wasRippling through what was, anew it becomes… 85 more words
Among the Whispers
On a starry night to
Venture off into
A male at age 50
Can STILL be a little boy
If you sag your pants and run the streets
Put hustling and hanging with your boys before what your son or daughter eats… 321 more words