Poems from josephtimber14
Drawings
The drawings of one’s mind
They are the creativity
The spark
The illusion
The very source
The source that keeps the imagination...
The World is torn, but not broken
WE seperate ourselves by race
But not species
By belief
But not continent
The world is torn, but not...
I am a shrimp from behind the curtain
A veil that shrouds myself, even when I am hurting
A veil that remains, stationed as I seek
The...