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Member Since 29th March 2018
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Poet Introduction

*laughs hysterically at the mere question* Answer: A hodgepodge clusterfuck of something's

Favorite Poets/Writers

Nin, Byron, cummings, Bukowski, Wilde ||| FromTheAsh, Taryn, Goldenmyst

About Me

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NOTE: Copyright your material. I caught one on All Poetry! I never thought my stuff was good enough to steal... Pathetic assholes...

I'm not a poet per se, nor need the title. Some things may hold an ounce of poetic value, but I simply write while experimenting with poetry here and there.
I'm not one to really conform anyhow, so love it or hate it; straight down to my fucked up punctuation.  I claim it, wear it proudly & throw the middle finger if I must.

The true beauty here has always been grounded by the human connections, not just writing. Many a soul have found their inner calm and a small group of peeps to call family pulsing through the bitter and sweet of the Deep.
I'm still having trouble participating as of late. I have quite a few in my drafts, ready to go, but not in the mood to post. It seems like the family has disconnected and or simply vanished..
Please excuse me if I'm not the same bubbly as once was in commentary; mine or yours and miss out on a lot of work you've posted.
I'm forever grateful for some still here,  helping this girl grow in more ways than with mere words, and also encouraged/influenced. . ~ Pandy ♥️

I love the poets of old with a passion. But I also appreciate a distinct and unique free verse voice. Proper isn't a necessity to my liking and I can't write most of what is to my liking, ironically.

It's important to never sell your words short of what you feel and wish to convey. Remember to always stick with it as well, given you wish to, but never force words. Your craft will grow, but also ebb and flow.  I have deleted many things and look back in horror at some of the terrible stuff I've written.... BUT...nevertheless, I persisted and grew along the way. I think 50 % of it's trash, tbh. LMAO!
The muse can restrict the output of some {like me}, while others produce a high numbers without much effort while remaining put together. Just wait patiently & read from your peeps. I also highly encourage the finding of your inner muse & not relying on the human form to spit words at ya.
After giving advice, do recall my caution above, I don't tote the professional poetess title by any means, but still know a thing or two.
~ Pandy 💞


~ where my spine divides  the hemispheres  ~

intaglio'd and parfumed       
watching auguries         
drape over the         
remains of a charred         
late evening       
implacable gravity       
...the hourglass tilts…       
bones of the gods         
lay perpendicular on my         
sips of bourbony         
oblivionó tea renders         
vulnerable  breaths, the         
lament'd and et al sought       
desires dances within its         
a patchwork’d shaw to         
gauze cold-flesh of my         
shoulders while a         
bonfire burns abstracted       
by Autumn hues       
i ponder ...     
whats beyond the balcony       
rails of bronze-     

14th Mar 2020

{ Rest in peace, melancholy girl......
.....❤🕊...the Deep will forever mourn..}


" There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal."
~Lord Byron

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
~ Oscar Wilde

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”  
~Anais Nin 

"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our self we find in the sea."
~ee cummings

"Nobody has measured; not even the poets, how much a human heart can hold"
~Zelda Fitzgerald


Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove,
My friend, my goddess, and my guide.
E’en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height,
The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil’d with the mantle of concealing night;
With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.
~ Lady Mary Wortley Montagu


Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
~ Mary Oliver

In April
the ponds open
like black blossoms,
the moon
swims in every one;
there’s fire
everywhere: frogs shouting
their desire,
their satisfaction. What
we know: that time
chops at us all like an iron
hoe, that death
is a state of paralysis. What
we long for: joy
before death, nights
in the swale - everything else
can wait but not
this thrust
from the root
of the body. What
we know: we are more
than blood - we are more
than our hunger and yet
we belong
to the moon and when the ponds
open, when the burning
begins the most
thoughtful among us dreams
of hurrying down
into the black petals
into the fire,
into the night where time lies shattered
into the body of another.
~ Shakespeare


From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
~J.R.R. Tolkien


A Woman in harmony with her spirit
is like a river flowing.
She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination
prepared to be herself
and only herself
~Maya Angelou


invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can
categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
~Charles Bukowski

My Reading List

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DUP by InDreamz
The Sea's Love by I_IS_ME
Muse by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
I Drink Pain by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
All Deaths Matter by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)

Poets I Follow

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