Poems from Val Perry
Everything is Everything,
My hand possesses no wedding ring,
And my mommas don't either,
But she still sings.
In the kitchen on Sunday...
I want things
That I avoid
Because I do not want
To want.
Wanting comes with anticipation
And desires, when they
Are empty, I become...
Greyhound is the grounds of reflection,All these lost souls and broken hearts on the bus I'm catching.Each and everyone weighed down by...
No promises I promise But just to let you know, That promises aren't something to be afraid of, Because I don't promise to people I don't...
There are word users And there are people who use words.Word users are writers and poets And people who use words simply speak.You are...