PEOPLE WHO SEEM TO ENJOY MY BLURTINGS. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. And the beauty of the stars, that surrounded our bodies, cam.

The present has no thought for the future. The moment can never be stayed. But does time fleeting pine. For the seconds dying in haste as I do? Too fast or never fast enough for humanity. How can the gravity a cursory moment. Emotions washing out the levee. Like a raging deluge brought on by. Before the second could wither.

The WOW and Woe moments of an irrepressible woman. DAISY DOES HER MASTERS IN CREATIVE WRITING. INTERNATIONAL JAZZ DAY BLOGGING EVENT CHALLENGE. Danger lurks in wild-eyed faces. Thoughts restrained to assuage feelings inverted debases. Danger thrusts a third eye world view,. Of hatred and vomit a careless overlook of blind men seeking to anew. Danger, it hawks in on her.

A Forum for Divergent Literature. The Writings of Jasper Kerkau. The Whisper and the Roar. Is it supposed to be this way? Hey you. God, why am I. Can you spare a holy smoke? You know the man who said he knew you tried to teach us.

Failed dead little thing with no eyes no soul left to hide. Those hardfaced statues of the past are staring at me. They knew I would end up like this. So sweet so evil, irresistably seductive. Tempting you, using your weakness. Leading you to endless cravings, destruction of your self, terrors.

Of some leaves and lies. There was that day when. I sought to find you in the dew drops. Of a broken sense of longing,. And there is today when i. Betray the silence by breathing your name-. Of human and what makes you. Some lost trinkets of ours are learning to speak. A love note to my hallucinations. We were straight lines hooked at the beginning. Where eyes beat for hearts.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4. Poetry and an alternative perspective on reality and human interaction. 8220;Once I was young, and there was always plenty of sun. I would create and destroy, and I feared no one.

Rediscovering my inner badass at 50. Friends of Brave and Reckless. You say my name Reverently A prayer A benediction It is a revelation As if I have never heard My name before Never. Adorned with cold starlight stare.

Sacrifice Is A Black Latex Suit And Tie. There is a black latex suit filled with stuffing beside my bed. Just standing there, really, for long afternoon hours. I let her watch TV all day while I fall in and out of dream-drenched sleep. Eat your lunch at the office. Your desires at the .