MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

under sweet summer sun

under sweet summer sun

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


sweet summer thick with late day sunall the the children running with laughter's an joysthe men plowing in the rich soilthe women hands to hips all th..
kiss the girl

kiss the girl

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she did a difficult dance on the street cornerbut i had no time to stay and kiss the girlmy time had come and travelin was on my mindthere was a futur..
pass the difference on

pass the difference on

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she laid her eyes on me like twin regretsher face was full of the dark hoursfull of graveyards of her truths once held so highnow she stumbles in the ..
the pettyjean

the pettyjean

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her tender thoughts meant to ease my mindonly obscured what was already hard to seebut her kindness was not lost on mean angel of the mercyshe held ba..
hungers

hungers

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i hunger for youthirst for your skin against mineache for your lips i want the darkness of your deep desiresi want the hot lusts in your hands on mei ..
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quaker ridge road

quaker ridge road

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


ashes fell like snowdrifting down aimlessly silently one landed in her hairbut her eyes were fixed on the firea great rushing crackling tortured sound..
stealer and a wagon wheel

stealer and a wagon wheel

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


aware of the hard tangle i decided id better be off just cutting lossespicked up what she had left of mewhat the vultures hadn't picked cleanand walke..
emo-warrior princess

emo-warrior princess

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she has dangerous thoughtsin her hello kitty slippersshe shines when thouse around her can only sparklethere are dark angels in her stuffed bear colle..
like the lovers of ancient world

like the lovers of ancient world

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the long day done at long lastwatching as the sun sails into nightwatching as the street folds up its day facesthe ones of good cheerpeddlers of ballo..
heads all cloudy

heads all cloudy

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


but theres so much noise in my headtelling me five different directions to runreal quick fore something catches up with untangle the mind to discover ..