Is it inevitable? The way it must go;
Good people, Great people,
Giving in to
Thoughts dark, Thoughts evil,
That I’m so fearful,
Will one day be mine. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #125 – Inevitable”
Is it inevitable? The way it must go;
Good people, Great people,
Giving in to
Thoughts dark, Thoughts evil,
That I’m so fearful,
Will one day be mine. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #125 – Inevitable”
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
Have you ever read a book with such a strange and convoluted theme, that you carried it around with you long after you physically set it down? A lot of Chuck Palahnuik’s books are like that but in this instance I’m specifically referencing Rant, also the name of the following poem: Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #82. Rant”
So lost am I in my many books…
Where questions have concrete answers;
Where not everyone’s a crook,
And you tell both the hero and the villain at a single look.
Literature has me on its hook,
‘Cause reality pales in comparison. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #214: On The Hook”
The once intricate pieces of my personality,
Are now eroded, edgeless, and smooth.
I can’t determine what goes where,
Can’t find the part that should care,
So everything, from thoughts to moods,
Is muddled together, selected at random. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #3 – Pieces – JG”

Love always makes me picture red roses Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red Roses – JG”