bare feet
his only chance was through
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
#prose
50 reads
3 Comments
she wonders why he’s still abed
reading in bed one saturday morning she questions what it is
that you’re reading
far too much into it, darling, he said, I’m just reading in bed
that you’re reading
far too much into it, darling, he said, I’m just reading in bed
#prose
71 reads
1 Comment
Trumpeting? Nah, not me,
trump found guilty
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
#prose
87 reads
6 Comments
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I've no opinion until I've poemed one out...
#prose
103 reads
0 Comments
Crazy Love
Reading between the lines, she was out in left field and off the deep end,
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
#love
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#prose
167 reads
2 Comments
A Sixck Word Story
#prose
85 reads
2 Comments
One Yet Perpetual
As nothing existed,
One yet perpetual.
One yet perpetual.
#universe
#narrative
#prose
#metaphor
#morality
149 reads
2 Comments
a poem about something, but I don’t know what ..
bloke in the pub asked me what
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
I was reading more into the
question than there probably was
nothing to say.
#prose
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0 Comments
I Am Anxiety
I keep digging my heel
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
Aiming to break
More than just gravity
Smoking brazen my thoughts
With sewage sounds
Drowning noise, human noise
Like a sloppy cocktail
Soft, wet, flagrant
Down my throat, ingest: Done.
#anxiety
#dark
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#prose
325 reads
0 Comments
Dead Beat
My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own
by Jemia
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own
by Jemia
#prose
#LifeCycle
222 reads
2 Comments
the nineteen thirties
I loved leslie charteris’ books about the saint was anti fascist in the stories, and an obvious romantic
#prose
262 reads
3 Comments
Dear Emily Dickinson
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#prose
#suffering
266 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Short Prose