I am heavy
an enormous beast
a megalith
made of mud
a wide basket of stony faces
sluggish
dragging
a shape
HUGE
a fluctuating
undulating
salty water bag
barely contained
contained
seeking
flailing
squirming
for perforation
pleading
for
PUNCTURE
and so it was
becoming gravity
she flooded
blushed and waved
spreading
without shame
a merciless welcoming puddle
extending
to the sea
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
JEFF CALLAWAY
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...
Love all the elements in the painting.
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