A collection of poetry and observations on life by Daniel Lee Johnson. Words fall on deafened ears. Never pondered, never known. Like leaves in autumn breezes. Never to be found but by a few. The taste of sudden vibrations. Stealing the time from the world. Now it is as perfect. Like the art of forgetting.

My creations, life, and musings. Tonight is a blue moon. I remember the last one. It was November a couple years ago. I was in New York. I sat under the stars in the grass with a woman in my arms, looking up. After about five minutes we went off to do something else. I just remember sitting under the blue moon with her, gazing up, happy as could be. Just need to catch 1. This wold sort of be epic.

Upgrade to paid account! На Универсум Анатолия Багмы. Когда Ему бывает особенно грустно, Он тут же делит самого себя, как минимум, напополам, и долго-долго смотрит на свою вторую половину глазами, полными космических слез. из одной такой слезы однажды появилась на Свет наша маленькая депрессивная Вселенная. в день, когда Он улыбнется, она сможет стать слезой Радости. а пока нужно просто чаще улыбаться нам самим.

Trying to form poetry with broken words. Life of a Small town Dreamer. Tried something very different today. I was wandering on the edge of my comfort zone tonight when a thought struck into my head. Why not step outside for a change? So this is what I brought back from that uncharted territory. Hope you guys like it.

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