Jojo’s Comments (group member since Jul 26, 2014)

Jojo’s comments from the EPITAPH Writing Contest (with a FREE BOOK PRIZE!) group.

Was he sea sick?
No, yesterday was simply clearing
So that the present could organize
Once formed, His words took off

He needed a start
An exponential rise of ideas
That filled the void in his mind.
Like the shallows of the sea rising
The poet would see beyond the block
A tsunami of words flooding through his gates

Brush my shoulder, brush past with sweet lips,
It makes no difference, my dear.
Just come to me,
Sweatly satisfy my yearning for you.
Tonight my heart will have the last say,
To set me ablaze, and give me away.

Silence the drummer in my chest
He has become to pationate
He strides and flicks the surface
Having no care of the flames atop my shoulders