Poems from jocemathew

Something for the less  can go a long way ahead of you  but it comes back when you find yourself less and less.  Something for the  less...
it's a place where you go that was a place you used to be when you were a kid it's a face you remember and a name you won't forget swings...
I want to scream screech loud and ugly as a parrot I want to be heavy fat immense so that I make an imprint, an impact on everything I want...
big ideas. big imagination. big dreams and ambitions. but the words don't come out proper one day she will pour forth words of wisdom but...
doesn't it rain sometimes  on the inside and isn't it funny your umbrella can't be opened because it's bad luck.