Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thickContinue reading “Dry Water”

Two Weeks

Two weeks, aeons when succumbing to the insanity of Love. Two weeks of yearning buzz, confused bee’s flutter in the chest while ivy struggles for clear path. Two weeks of living, incomplete, drenched existence stormy child frightened, dying. Meeting oneself on a muddy track, holding back, not holding back. A jungle of a life timeContinue reading “Two Weeks”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

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Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

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