Garland Jodie Jeen
Biography of Garland Jodie Jeen
We're not great, Poetry is great!
I feel the touch of a petal, but I can't feel the loads of your romance.
Garland Jodie Jeen Poems
My Melting Snowman
</>Your finger points to the highway cars at high speed i'm afraid..
You Scratch Your Head, I Stretch My Hair
</>The last sip of water... I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
The Best Way To Comb The Blonde Hair
</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist He cuts my hair short;
A Rabbit's Wedding.....
</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter so that another Snow White emerges... i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
Mother The Abandoned.
</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
A Memory Chopper
</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
A Black Fountain
</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
Practise To Be A Good Wallflower
</>The wall I was walking towards didn't absorb me, Was rather reluctant to stooping so low;
Win A Snuggling
</>You decidedly withdrew from the university The school awarded you a stamp upon your face mercifully
Paint Beyond Boundary
</>The paper is ruled. To draw is right
</>'Cause the sky is broken the falling fragments cut their veins
</>Well-nigh dead Amongst the crowds of soldiers
What In Vain Is In Veins
</>The engraved memories are still not deep-seated Anything that can grow is initially a seed
A Teardropp Amongst The Raindrops On The...
</>You doubt why a girl can cry endlessly why don't you ask why a boy always makes a girl cry?
Every Well-Cooked Meal
</>I do not want to
I do not want to live inside the telly
inside are all the big bellies.
If the rich have been fed
If the rich have fed on