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#16 of poetry a slam poetry piece i did since i wasn't feeling too well.
Cthulhu's Grasp
#27 of poetry some poetry i wrote as i was literally driving blindly through a thick haze. this was one of my most challenging and rewarding poems to write, as i wanted 144 syllables; the poem is actually a simple math equation.
Silent, Lifting Mind
Poor john had quite the tragic story - he was a trainee pilot in the raf, only 19, and the only way his poetry survived was through his mailing it home to his family.
Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
It's the closet thing to poetry i've ever written, and it's sad, but i hope those of you who read this sexless piece will be as moved by it as i was.
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Can I Tell You Something?
I've never done a lot of poetry but i just jotted this down. this is kind of a personal thing that has been going on with me lately and i wanted to get some of those feelings into writing.
Black Dog Becoming
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
Knife’s Edge
The one mentioned in it knows who she is, and told me i should do more poetry. i may just do so. i walk a knife's edge. demons a wait on my right, standing in a flaming light to the left endless pain is this what it's like to be insane?
The bloke in the engine room
So then, why not have us some doggerel to go along with the various escapades of the Star Patrol? I enjoy doggerel, because it's about all I can manage. I had this idea, though, that in the future poetic ballads will come back. Robert Heinlein had that...
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
#2 of poetry some biographical free verse my nerves the orchestra none hear. freeways of fire make me try to gnaw hands to paste. the kitchen burn that melts and cooks my skin till juice beads along my arm is nothing.
Black Dog Escapism
Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, black dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression.
One Last Gift
Of poetry he had carved into the walls, lines that he wished to never forget. she'd of course added her own artistic visions, of summoning harps from the stone to serenade him.