Posts Tagged: poetry

I’ve got reach

reach, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’ve got reach can touch the sky can walk with sneaker strings on razor wires can fly never seen a single thing cept city streets money towers an rich man’s highrise some

I’ve got reach

reach, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’ve got reach can touch the sky can walk with sneaker strings on razor wires can fly never seen a single thing cept city streets money towers an rich man’s highrise some

not a prison

not a prison, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. if it’s not a prison: why the wires that are barbed on naked rooftops cowered over humble dwellings bars before the windows souls of men and women locked inside why

not a prison

not a prison, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. if it’s not a prison: why the wires that are barbed on naked rooftops cowered over humble dwellings bars before the windows souls of men and women locked inside why

Your life in bags at Christmas time

days of christmas, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Some say it lost its meaning is too commercial not why – he died Would it matter to you would it change your mind if all you had, you carried

Your life in bags at Christmas time

days of christmas, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Some say it lost its meaning is too commercial not why – he died Would it matter to you would it change your mind if all you had, you carried

sitting on a curb, winter, in the morning

untitled, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Sitting on a curb winter in the morning and the future looks like every day of my past and fortune for me is like a revolving door it keeps returning me to

sitting on a curb, winter, in the morning

untitled, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. Sitting on a curb winter in the morning and the future looks like every day of my past and fortune for me is like a revolving door it keeps returning me to

all we ever really had

all we ever really had, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. All we ever really had were moments in time an army of seconds forgotten minutes hours that passed in days like sighs life flows in drops of blood

all we ever really had

all we ever really had, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. All we ever really had were moments in time an army of seconds forgotten minutes hours that passed in days like sighs life flows in drops of blood

monochrome culture

monochrome culture, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I live in a monochrome culture sees the world in shades of gray thinks the truth is relative that light’s a hireling darkness, but a shadow in the brightest shining day

monochrome culture

monochrome culture, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I live in a monochrome culture sees the world in shades of gray thinks the truth is relative that light’s a hireling darkness, but a shadow in the brightest shining day

daydream – when we can touch the sky

daydream – when we can touch the sky, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m sorry that we never knew each other like we should. If it must be asked – why let it be enough to say we

daydream – when we can touch the sky

daydream – when we can touch the sky, a photo by Digital Witness on Flickr. I’m sorry that we never knew each other like we should. If it must be asked – why let it be enough to say we