what else do you want? you’ve got food, you’ve got water. do you need company? do you want to go outside? there’s snow, wet sun, and the chill...
I hide and sneak, on the sly, tongue tricks, back flips, parkour through the grooves, just an outline in the moonlit city line of my...
Been busy with life. But want to get back with a vengeance.
broken brick walls, burnt rubber, wind sweeps through the rubble, jackals grinning, bare excavator teeth, waging tails, they sniff for the...
I like the subtle rhyme. I see what you meant about the lions and roaring :) "he sets a seperate sail for distant seas and empires" -- real nice...
Haha actually reading THAT description made me cringe with disgust! Good job! Maybe you could try out doing some prose stuff, more description,...
Thanks ramble. I struggled with this one, feeling rusty. Was trying to capture an indescribable feeling...
I really like and agree with this statement "Poetry is one way to do that, to connect ones own memories with a larger cycle in which we all play a...
The recent one makes me think of someone who really likes attention but might act like he doesn't -- even though the very first line begins with...
Why tonight (of all nights)? The lion stirs, rolls over, and roars, from the depth of its cave, between fissures, grooves, and flaws. I am...
This reads soooo nice and easy, I love your conversational tone and again, fantastic ending. Those two last lines are the absolute truth. Btw,...
"They just don't work as well as when I was young” These words mostly spoken on a muscular tongue Cause the saddest part of this perception we...
Hahah this rocks.
Oh I meant the photo of a cemetery below that poem.
Honestly, upon a first read, I didn't have a clue what the poem was about as a whole. To me it seems like the words are disconnected from each...
I like the story here and even the verbose presentation felt like it suited the piece. You have a flair in your writing, and it's important, it's...
I'm getting back into reading things here and this was the first piece I came across. Strong and sullen and moody. I could really feel the...
I stand in line to get my fix of midday latte, distract taste buds, sweeten the palate. I crawl deep into the belly of the crowd, get lost in...
Love it. Gave me goosebumps. Honesty is poetry. PS: your signature! :)) I'm honored.
To be honest, I don't catch the meaning behind Simon Says as a whole or even in certain parts, and frankly, I don't care because from a purely...
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