Whatever, Man...A Poem by Jordan A. WilsonSo there I sat, nauseously, after having just eaten my heart for dinner. Yes, out of all possible things to do at this most opportune God-given moment, I just sat there… Watching… Wondering… Watching her lie there on the floor in a fortress of pillows like a celestial spirit resting on a bed of Nimbus clouds. Watching her eyes dance back and forth underneath delicate eyelids, wondering what far away land she’s flying to and how many interesting people she’s meeting along the way. © 2012 Jordan A. Wilson |
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2 Reviews Added on June 14, 2012 Last Updated on June 14, 2012 Tags: want, fear, anxiousness AuthorJordan A. WilsonCarrollton, KYAboutI'm a 22 year old Entrepreneurship Student of Northern Kentucky University from the small town of Carrollton, Ky. I play guitar and began writing poetry as a hobby four years ago. My main goals in wri.. more..Writing
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