December 2010
16 posts
seaglass/my poet
myblisslikethis:
i collect your words like seaglass
words with nary a sharp edge
words buffed and smooth and soft
and tossed upon my shore
a gift of scattered gems
the inexplicable product
of the tumultuous sea
that is loving me.
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My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.
– Jack Nicholson
Yo soy más de miradas que de palabras.