I am cold down deep And in that place I hide; My home void of life. I sit confined all alone Content to waste away. But then… Your arms reach for me And hold me so tightly. I can feel your warmth And subconsciously, I press into your heat. The cold I’ve maintained Relinquishes its…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you, they won’t care, they won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen… body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
These knives drip cerise history The life blood of past martyrs Have been absorbed by sandy gravel Knives crafted to feed our names To our virgin soil; our earth Tilling our plots of land into stories We will create our own sacred ground
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Conversations and Duets A small collection, free to read, review, or not, just tap, click, or whatever it is you do to access the book via the image above. Once there, one will find a selection of collaborative poems with authors from Australia, India, and the United States of America.…
Originally posted on The Reverie:
So I brought you a pretty cool prompt full of lots of words to use! Here’s my take on it. Enjoy! Remember, you have to link your entry up by tonight at midnight to be in the count for tomorrow’s voting! ? She had this way of sipping denial One hundred…
Sometimes you put something out into the universe and something brilliant comes from it. Please visit Dodgysurfer’s Blog and read the post that THEN YOU WILL… inspired. I love it!
This is my second poetic threesome. 🙂 Written by Arthur Browne, Matticus, and Hastywords The banners of sea-foam unfurled wind howled like demons unleashed the legions of waves were hurtled with a fury that slowly increased The black cliff stood with defiance against the sea’s raging assault like a rampart built by giants a wall…
Come find me at the Sisterwives today. I wrote a duet with Matticus regarding insomnia… visit INSOMNIA for the whole post 🙂
For awhile I held on to the belief things would be ok. I felt I knew you well enough and you knew me… and somehow we meant enough… and we would be ok. I may wonder, now and then, where I would be now if we had never met; but I never wish we had…
If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…
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