numbersA Poem by Jonathan Ballamplease don’t murder my brain with those numbers, calculated Time kills the Life cells long hours, shred, and grind the lines of fine time divided, only in minutes Brackets Bullets Square roots Multiple shoots can call your sanity into Question. I…on the other hand haven’t yet found a sum, that can ring the un-wrung sounds of a soft heart, and steady fragile feet climb on the days (numbered) on our scripted lives awake on the page © 2009 Jonathan BallamAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2009 AuthorJonathan BallamVancouver, CanadaAboutWriting is an unexplained energy that flows through us all. I’m not the slight bit religious or sentimental, however I’ve come to realize that writing is a rhythm and a desire for us to pl.. more..Writing
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