Pink Bees stare
as hungry jealous queen pulls my hair
My pink house
up to waist in water
sliding on sand
Old man sits on wooden chair and squeezes little, pink hand
Pink sea house under disappearing steps
curving like questions or smoke
Girl house leans in pink water under thick grey, melodic sky
empty sea shell waits for next wave to bring pink friend
pink friends and bees fill empty sea shells whilst girl houses lean and spill on moving sand and jealous water
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Silver Poetry 
Beautiful… is the sketch too yours? it’s nice..
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thankyou, yes all the art is mine….that sketch is really just a doodle though!
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