Dear Mrs. Jones, I regret to inform you of the hatred within. The hatred that pulses and grinds at the thought of you not…
Leave a CommentBlogs, Poetry, and Writing from J.D. Mullenary Sr.
Blogs, Poetry, and Writing from J.D. Mullenary Sr.
Dear Mrs. Jones, I regret to inform you of the hatred within. The hatred that pulses and grinds at the thought of you not…
Leave a CommentGalloping along the fevered road Chronos calls us still Instincts say it shouldn’t slow Others feel terrors thrill The night arrives, heat unbowed Sun hasn’t…
Leave a CommentSeeming in the multitudes These lights, are, quite oddly hued They snap and click like fireflies Moving between, the lows and highs The children move…
Leave a CommentHe collects a strange assortment of things things no one else can see they sparkle, glow, and live with glee soaring upon wobbly wings …
Leave a CommentEvery mark upon my canvas, tells a different story I would not wish them to vanish, or live without the glory Each stroke upon…
Leave a CommentThey sat along a stream today Letting worries wash away Without a word said betwixt the two They nonetheless enjoyed the view As close…
Leave a CommentIn the places we fear to go There’s a something, you should know They lie in wait, placing their bait Waiting to strike their blow…
Leave a CommentI called for help by morning I called for attention by afternoon I called for growth by evening None listened but the moon
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