poetry I See You’ve Seen #OurPoem 4 May 20194 May 2019 No not that dry reality we always speak of so calmly, like a virus of static existence persisted endlessly Not the desperate chorus who clings on every rash sound who…
poetry… Barred Bones #OSEwritingchallenge 3 May 2019 In case you missed my first post on the Writing Challenge for today:It was write any piece of work based off of one, single, word that first word being composerfor…
poetry Our Poem: S t a r t 2 May 2019 how does this pencil scrape against some soft pageoozing empty veins, left drainedseek lost mistake sworn rigid lines madeseeping swimmingly by margin's facehidden no more, retched ink starves drinking dry…
poetry… he / r (Unfinished) 2 May 2019 Fleeting fury abound crossdiscover grains of roots seems lost please don't toss the seeds they lost them among drunken false featsstay where they need, struck by worn, lost, or cold…
An Echos Chord An Echos Chord #8 1 May 201916 May 2019 why did their warm, lively souls seem bluntly shown against my shifting eyes?Almost piercing thin wires we clamp around possible voices as soon as a single sound scurries thinly on…
Untitled Whispers M / E 28 Apr 2019 losing my conscious in a puddle of thoughts and emotions they spoke once a soul, twice told by frigid bones, shivering against winds who shaved off every soft goalWe've known…
poetry Our Poem: Unbridled Passion 27 Apr 2019 Looking upon shill folk, arctic tides swept like harsh winds, piercing vast humble valleys who once sung sweetly towards our resentful skysearing cool crystals broken before dawnclearing weak space brimming…
An Echos Chord An Echos Chord #7 26 Apr 201916 May 2019 Frivolous contact lead our fingers astray, linking under false hope that fated, sour, day... When I woke up to the calming, creeping, touch that floods my conscious dreams every waking…
An Echos Chord An Echos Chord #6 20 Apr 201916 May 2019 "I wonder where God wants me now . . ." I thought after my project partner had just finished her portion of the work, and fled the 4 long, steel,…
poetry Rusted #Our Poem 18 Apr 2019 a reflection of cold veins sunk inside fresh, starched stainsaligning one's frame for machines, rust, or static wirepoor body, left behind coal for frugal, worn factoriesjudges template inscribed in dry…
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