Old Soul

As the days fly by I refer to a cynical state of mind. I never wanted to be this teen that has been placed inside of me for my soul is far too old and diminished to be surrounded by such games that pan out constantly. My soul is beautiful, and gorgeous, and magnificent But…

California

Coyote desert, I miss you Your soul for that cold Cactus tumbleweed horizon. I am that pioneer. Moving towards the wild west, that unknown, uncertain place. I am afraid, but with whip and wagon of prized possessions I keep going.   -follow me on other social media things – blog : the pretty poems Instagram…