Bjarke Kamp
Stories (3/0)
The Game Called Life
Sets off nice and easy. Nothing but the best. Only a very few little bumps to help you grow and develop. But then it changes or rather you change. You get the ability to see. See how things really are. No filter. Just the brute reality of how things are and have always been.
By Bjarke Kamp4 years ago in Poets
The Rolling Stone
The rolling stone rolled over a butt naked stoner, as it continued rolling, the stoner woke and started a roll. Accompanied by the stoner the rolling stone past a city with a billion small un-rolled stones, which the rolling stoner set in motion, entering the billion stone city. All together they were on a roll, alongside each other, the rolling stone, the rolling stoner and a thousand small rolling stones rolled into the green city, were stones were to cool to fool around and roll. Up, over, in, out, down and under the harem of rolling stones rolled with a rolling stoner, one by one and roll by roll they found a cool stone singing a different tone.
By Bjarke Kamp4 years ago in Poets