Poems from Jordan Barnes
The only reson
that im sticking around
is that my body still has a
functioning taste of blunt hope.
That maybe one day
on a frosty october...
The only reson
that im sticking around
is that my body still has a
functioning taste of blunt hope.
That maybe one day
on a frosty october...
Magnitudes where I feel compelled to describe with poignant elements,
This facade my mind pocesses.
This moment, this era, this enterprise...