Her Hands written by Faria – 28 August 2015 Her hands resemble the most picture perfect image of what a women hands should be, to me personally. call me biased call me selective. Her hands are always cold, and i wish i could always warm them. They’re fragile and petite, delicate..soft, and pale, but paleContinue reading “Her Hands By Faria”
Tag Archives: Poetry
You say…
I am a softy, Cause i love life.. i am a softy cause you say so, i am a softy cause i spot, i feel, i cry, i scream, i enjoy, i am passioned. I’m one of the good ones, i am alright, you make it sound bad, that is NOT right. Keep your headContinue reading “You say…”
Introducing Arthur Lanigan O’Keeffe
We have some exciting news here at TPJ. Irish Olympian Arthur Lanigan O’Keeffe has agreed to tell his story with us and share his incredible journey – we’re starting our first collaboration if you will – He is on a bit of a roller-coaster of a journey to the Olympics in Rio 2016 and hasContinue reading “Introducing Arthur Lanigan O’Keeffe”
A Branch
Sometimes…mist makes you miss something, But sometimes fog makes you warm in the morning… Sometimes…mist makes you miss someone But sometimes…it’s just a nice photograph
Dreams
I would spread my cloths under your feet, But I being poor have only my dreams, I would spread my dreams under your feet, Thread softly because you thread on my dreams… – W.B. Yeats
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