MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

protect the moment

protect the moment

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


protect the moment when her heart kisses minetrying to find my home in the starsprotect the moment when the gentleness that i love in hergives me that..
a dark tale to tell

a dark tale to tell

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i remember back when you wereon the coast highway living day day to daybreathing freedom like others breathing airi remember thouse days seems so long..
steely-eyed bunny wabbits

steely-eyed bunny wabbits

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she smells like perfumed soaps and spray paints i want parts of her reality in unnatural wayssteely-eyed bunny wabbits couldn't be more boldas she is ..
hearts and rainbows forever dream

hearts and rainbows forever dream

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


delicately she balances on the edge of the crisp sheets of the motel room's bed wearing her hoodie and jeans fashionably not speaking except in the ne..
darker inks

darker inks

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she is a rendering in darker inks of lighthearted subjectsthe eloquently illustrated surrealistic seduction of the heartdemure yet ravishing sexualiza..
winters heart

winters heart

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


darkness withers the heartbut for some that thrill is life itselfunseasonal to her tenderness but she is drawn to itto her mind it was the tempest she..
bones of the eternal sea

bones of the eternal sea

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


stillness fashioned from the bleached bones of the eternal sea...heart fashioned from the indecipherable night...all the madness of her young breathin..
a resplendence knight

a resplendence knight

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


leaving my destitute pocketfilled with her own dusty wordsshe is astudent of the unnatural behaviorsso its no surprise to find her on hands and knees ..
pinky swear

pinky swear

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i followed you along the silent train tracksin the dark cold rainstepping on photographs of sunshinewatching the world wash away the graffiti of possi..
minds eye

minds eye

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


just thought id say somethingbefore she gives upbefore she surrendersto all the darkness that hungers for fresh meatmy own road is stainedjust barley ..