Top story Oh what a glory To wake up and see You’ve beat an untold number of contenders today Oh hooray What a wonderful day
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Midnight He holds my hand as we fall asleep: our fingers wound together like the binding of a well-worn book, the edges of our feet resting against each other -
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets
Arizona Voice A stone is not so easily touched. Murmurs of motion evoke something deep within the layers of hardened earth.
Lucifer In the absence of light we fall - the black descent through the suffocation of night. Walls enclose until escape is but a distant hope -
The Love of a Married Man is an Underrated Terror The love of a married man is an underrated terror - his gaze glittering with passing street lamps,
1100 S. Venice is beautiful. Not unlike a late blooming rose so often misunderstood. Life surges behind eclectic rock and molded metal.
Someday A kingly blanket will coat all green, bleaching the land with a freezing certainty. Someday all will be keen on appraising the silent renewal of nature.
La Manche Black ice slams into my whole paralyzing my being blurring my vision letting me enter the beast blind and bound
Psychoneurosis Take me on a journey away from Dear Vincent with his soft hair and starry nights. I hate them. Darkness makes it impossible to see
Nebula Waves of exhaustion crash into you. Let them seep in past the barrier. Let them melt into your false reality; your fake identity.
Haphazard Lines My words don't tell stories, at least not sensible ones. I'm not a sensible person. I mold my lines into words.
My Eventuality We are backwards, upside down, and inside out. Rebirth requires many a thing - First must be last. It's right to jump up jump up and get down -
