morning dew scent of drums over the hills buzzards fly through full moons in between alive I feel ———— brividi di rugiada profumo di tamburi…
4 Commentsmorning dew scent of drums over the hills buzzards fly through full moons in between alive I feel ———— brividi di rugiada profumo di tamburi…
4 CommentsMy perception is my reality the reality of my perception is limited and exclusionary if it lies outside of my perception then it must escape…
1 CommentThe setting sun gave a feeling of detachment as it appeared to drop into the water it seemed as if it knew it was being…
4 CommentsLife is a mixture Filled with memories Filled with experiences Some are good While others are bad Some make you jump With loads of joy…
2 CommentsHe treats cocaine like a piece of ass and love like a McDonald’s wrapper. Shoving aside all knowing pushing his shopping cart full of frustrated…
2 CommentsOnce upon a time I just couldn’t find my way. Lost and confused. Didn’t want to face the day. Once upon a time…
8 CommentsHow long have I known myself Sometimes it feels like years And at times like days With moments that I think Not at all In…
Leave a CommentOh how you shouldn’t know or couldn’t know or wouldn’t know of my dizzingyinf thoughts while I’m plastered. I’d never tell…while I’m raptured in myself.…
2 CommentsOh yes the crashing noise of the ultimate thing the big deal the hang nail thought all wrapped up and bowed and given unto the…
Leave a CommentA beautiful luster in a reflective pool Scans back at a face where beauty was born Sent from the heaven of vernal eyes Her figure…
Leave a CommentWhy? Why is it that after everything all the places i have been all the things i have seen im not asking why or when…
8 Commentsfor you this day I wish to say to you my heart be still; my thoughts are with you every day my heart cannot…
Leave a CommentIn a somber time all was red it seemed the elastic emotion that draped around my head sagged with its own weight and caught fire…
Leave a CommentAll caught up in autumn’s breeze Rosy pink blossoms along her cheeks She’s feverish Bare feet, cold against the pavement Face framed by undone waves…
1 CommentYou left love notes Written along my ribcage You said the spaces Made perfect lines for poetry My skin still remembers Even after I washed…
1 CommentThe sandpaper grated on his exposed skin and the agony of the smirking salesman shown all over his lined face so the proper ending to…
Leave a CommentI fell in love with an object today she’s sleek and pretty and always around her iris just stares never blinks or wavers always open…
1 CommentMoonlight hits my face like some soft low pressure water conserving shower head And I dance in its spray thinking of pure lunacy, Wishing I…
Leave a CommentThis love, this love. Never to be lost only not yet found. This love, this love. Cannot be denied while the world goes round. This…
2 CommentsHello Old Man River, here am I again. An’ ya know it’s true, I could always talk to you. Though you’re hardly a friend. …
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