A bit more of that deep kinda stuff thats not at all inappropriate.
Some of that non rhyming poetry lark.
It’s Saturday here already.
Well that’s some miserable shite right there!
Happy Monday everyone!
This week’s guests in Jest are 3C Style and LISMORE PAPER Nightmare at the House of Style I have to get away from the House of Style. 3C Style is an ok person, I guess. Ever since she picked me up from Linda and Bill’s home, I’ve been eating well and sleeping whenever I wanted. The best part […]via Guest in Jest #84 3C Style and Lismore Paper — Everyone Else Has the Best Titles
IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW LINDA YOU SHOULD! That's right. Capital letters! Don't you dare let me find out you're not! Happy Monday people :)
“Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected
careless ways, my heart neglected
blood turned black, my veins infected…”
Because it’s a poem. And it’s Saturday.
Yesterdays, forever and now…
https://wp.me/p26E3B-1n8 I rather enjoyed this.
the first five minutes are always the worst murders, fires, death and destruction the weather and sports are ok but the fluff pieces are always towards the end the human interest stories that give us a little hope that mankind still has kindness … yeah I think I will watch the last half of the […]via To Watch Or Not To Watch — Leigha Robbins Ive always enjoyed Leigha, she was one of the first people I followed. You might enjoy her too she's dead nice.
The heart wants what the heart wants
A little thursday something that seems a bit too rhymey
https://wp.me/p9hW9f-V5 Read it and swoon people, read it and swoon…
Across time and space love persists
Ignored sage advice Never gamble on a fart Flatulent folly
In cold dank soil, as I look skywards, up into the blue, beyond the blackness waits, you whisper, sweet and call me home. And there you wait, unchanging, ever as you were And Arms spread […]
“Where once you sparkled now all I see is ordinary,
luke warm nothing dripping from your tight thin lips”
“Such tender lies, complicit thighs”
“Fingers, gnarled, long seasons passed
eyes sharp, hair white as snow
and every stroke a story told
kept secrets now on show…”
“I say it doesn’t, hurt but I’m a liar
fingers tight around my throat
I cannot breath and I expire”
Poetry was just an escape from all the anxiety and daily stumbles Poetry remains to be my safe space to bleed out this troubled soul Poetry, my therapy a way to heal and be a better me ~ © John Acéxvia Poetry, my safe space — JAcex Pen
I wrote a poem last night for the first time in years and I decided I would share it here. The In-Between: I stand.I’m neither seen or unseen, just existing.This point where clouds of confusion circle and leave me in a dizzy mess. I laugh.Neither feeling or caring, just simply going through the motions.Life’s little […]via The In-Between: — Nickey Dubstep
Here’s a 100 word story which I decided had to include the first 3 words that came up on https://randomwordgenerator.com/ – the words were bet, deputy and lose. We creep in fear and single-file through thick jungle with no choice but trust our navigation to chosen leaders. Night falls and the rearmost urge us onward; we barely notice […]via Trial of the Trail — a nomad in cyberspace