Untitled Whispers Untitled Whispers #6 5 Jun 2019 " I wonder how far one falls when their conscious tastes sweet scentsstolen from lost decent" -unknown
poetry Our Poem: Again 4 Jun 201919 Dec 2022 Here, stuck and vicious licking up dirt, ash, and worn kissesall over our bodies, by filthy worn rags we kept a promise, we kept a lonely passease away they said,…
poetry Twice 3 Jun 2019 look, oh, there, spikeevery syllable like prickles and pikesgut behind the fields even when they asked, they weren't nice somehow the gushing fluid didn't phase them past when they flourished…
poetry B d R e I a G r H T 2 Jun 20192 Jun 2019 It seems as I'm staring at the wasteful screen that also peeks We compare on another's eyes and speech We never see past the mid point of contact For the…
poetry Our Poem: After Dawn 31 May 2019 One had other plans; One had to start over again . . . . . .abandoned dusk painted grey rays against my pale skin even the tides struck rigid rocks…
poetry Enter Text Here . . . . 29 May 2019 Our Reckoning: Why does the endless arrays of text seem blind upon our thin, ground skulls destined for the consuming of such insignificant words plastered against every single wall found…
poetry Lingering 27 May 201919 Dec 2022 like lungs leaching lovingly we sat looking at a bleak sunset dry light found us quite warm and soft, for our Father hadn't lost the merits of our sacrifice That…
Untitled Whispers Untitled Whispers #7 26 May 2019 "Don't look at your time or you'll lose why . . . . . like a loose wing wishing to fly"-unkown
unfinished *************H3RE************** 26 May 2019 Almost......................................................Almost........................................................................A L M O S ...............................Alright who got their hands onto this things?We have once began striving towards such a goal that day Give our hand to her glory maybe…
Untitled Whispers Untitled Whispers #6 24 May 2019 "Has our flesh not suffered enough?Why must we continue being persecuted within our exposed shells?Maybe broken pieces make beautiful paintings after all,Facing their faults, to become whole-unknown