Forgotten Letter #482 by James Andrew Crosby

Thoughts Before Shivering

My fingers are poor, no words of wit
will come from their battered tips
or their fragile, cracking bones;
my mind is flawed with foolish, modern artistry
as I scribble in uncertainty words of cheap ink -
all that remains changed are my beliefs
to form and shape the perfect piece of poetry.

(Source: jamesandrewcrosby)

Typewriter Poetry #754 by James Andrew Crosby

You create with your poverty, and that is so noble about you.

Forgotten Letter #481 by James Andrew Crosby

Anonymous asked: How many drafts lay, waiting to be perfected and then shared with the world?

They exist in greater number than your fingerbones.

Typewriter Poetry #753 by James Andrew Crosby

(and they know nothing about us)

(Source: jamesandrewcrosby)

Forgotten Letter #480 by James Andrew Crosby

But will I withdraw,
find me in all deep shadows;
there I will draw breath.

Typewriter Poetry #752 by James Andrew Crosby

The act of car driving is a bio-manner of the bourgeoisie.

Forgotten Letter #479 by James Andrew Crosby

Anonymous asked: You're so fortunate to have met Jessica. I met my best friend on Tumblr four years ago and he lives fewer miles from me than Jessica lives from you and we still haven't met yet. We're going to next year though! Do you have any advice for meeting for the first time?

The most important, and only, advice I would tell, is that you should never disguise your true self. Do not try to live up to his expectations, but reveal your truthful personality. Give each other a chance to show you that you both are who you are.

May you find happiness.

Typewriter Poetry #751 by James Andrew Crosby