Undecided sympathy aggressively sought
through declared unrest of whole,
broken by hidden agents deserved, perhaps,
through acts of disgusted droll.
Relentless torture voiced as whine
piercing by the table side,
drawing commune selfwards eternally
piercing hearts describing her hide.
Release the center to sunshine days
believe in other's ought
where disquiet liners at her word, who
believe no words can voice their thought.
Uncontrolled animus boldly expands
through unexpressed regret
broken merely by the honest care
through requests of the daily onset.
My view of Literature: What I write and create, what I read and critique, what I see and hear.
You have entered the realm of a writer.
Welcome to A Writer's Landscape!
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
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