Poems from James Ducket
Live the life you lived when you were alive, not when you were breathing.
We are most alive when we are closest to death, but what does...
The vessel that is spoken to just for holding of such ideas and thoughts,
But ultimately can't hold or use them.
Not that it would ever do...
It may not be love, but it is intruguing, but I do know that it isn't misleading, for it's happened before and it won't happen again
I've...
They seem to think that I'm crazy, not directly, but I've heard what they say, they think talking to yourself is what may
show that you are...
My words are short, my words are percise, for they express every thought for lengths at a time
Length doesn't matter, it's what you say in...