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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
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Elenore
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
Times Theory of The Second Time Around
In the near future, you will perceive time as you once did.
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
#science
#fiction
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Elenore
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
Times Theory of The Second Time Around
In the near future, you will perceive time as you once did.
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
#science
#fiction
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RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
18th Jun 2024 9:07am
La muse bouche
I say to le "grand fromage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
You and your pastiche attachè.
You with all your rakish, cliche.
You think you're so Debonair.
You with another au pair.
You and one more rendezvous.
You again it's déjà vu.
You and another faux pas.
You always with Au revoir.
I say so much "bon voyage".
#fiction
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Her
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 3:05pm
15th Sep 2024 3:05pm
Excerpt #5
September 15, 2024
You know those conversations that you will always remember? I’m going to count the one I had with myself in the shower this morning as one of those conversations. I’ll paraphrase. Nobody needs to see what actually took place, including me. Let’s just say it started while I was sitting in my shower chair with my foot wrapped in a plastic bag, tapped like a mummy I didn’t ever want to escape while I was pulling knot after knot out of my very long matted wet hair. And it ended with me feeling more than cleansed. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t even cry. Not once....
You know those conversations that you will always remember? I’m going to count the one I had with myself in the shower this morning as one of those conversations. I’ll paraphrase. Nobody needs to see what actually took place, including me. Let’s just say it started while I was sitting in my shower chair with my foot wrapped in a plastic bag, tapped like a mummy I didn’t ever want to escape while I was pulling knot after knot out of my very long matted wet hair. And it ended with me feeling more than cleansed. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t even cry. Not once....
#fiction
#narrative
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Her
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 3:05pm
15th Sep 2024 3:05pm
Excerpt #5
September 15, 2024
You know those conversations that you will always remember? I’m going to count the one I had with myself in the shower this morning as one of those conversations. I’ll paraphrase. Nobody needs to see what actually took place, including me. Let’s just say it started while I was sitting in my shower chair with my foot wrapped in a plastic bag, tapped like a mummy I didn’t ever want to escape while I was pulling knot after knot out of my very long matted wet hair. And it ended with me feeling more than cleansed. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t even cry. Not once....
You know those conversations that you will always remember? I’m going to count the one I had with myself in the shower this morning as one of those conversations. I’ll paraphrase. Nobody needs to see what actually took place, including me. Let’s just say it started while I was sitting in my shower chair with my foot wrapped in a plastic bag, tapped like a mummy I didn’t ever want to escape while I was pulling knot after knot out of my very long matted wet hair. And it ended with me feeling more than cleansed. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t even cry. Not once....
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#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#fiction
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#fiction
#narrative
411 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 10:58pm
8th Oct 2024 10:58pm
WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES
When the weight of the world is heavy upon your shoulders, 🤫 what is the first thing that comes to your mind. 🤔 Is it the memories of once upon a Time ⌚ that you remember, or is it that moment in your life and world, that everything just feels like like sweet apple pie. 🥧 When the weight of the world, 🌍 starts to get you down, with the deepness of the deepest, thoughts of the blues and spiritual you find thyself. Sometimes lost and confuse and afraid, just as you began to singing those old country blues. Yet as you look up at the distance skies of the...
#fiction
#narrative
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 10:58pm
8th Oct 2024 10:58pm
WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES
When the weight of the world is heavy upon your shoulders, 🤫 what is the first thing that comes to your mind. 🤔 Is it the memories of once upon a Time ⌚ that you remember, or is it that moment in your life and world, that everything just feels like like sweet apple pie. 🥧 When the weight of the world, 🌍 starts to get you down, with the deepness of the deepest, thoughts of the blues and spiritual you find thyself. Sometimes lost and confuse and afraid, just as you began to singing those old country blues. Yet as you look up at the distance skies of the...
#fiction
#narrative
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
#StreamOfConsciousness #tragedy
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