One Dot Below the I (#5)
THIS RULE YOU'RE SITTING HERE LISTENING ONLY TO YOUR INNER COLLISIONS YOU'VE GONE TO THE MOVIES WITHIN YOURSELF MAN! WAKE UP YOUR LOVE IS ON HER WAY TO YOU IN SIXTEEN AMBULANCES WHILE YOU DANGLE FROM A STRAND LIKE YOUR ALTERNATE I IS...
Regretful
The Wolf sat, Once more, But, It was different, This time. He no longer had That old pain, That old, Crushing, Companion. Instead, It was... The Wolf lifted His head from his Contemplation, "It's weighing On me," He said aloud, No...
*poem* Just...now
THIS POEM HAS THE PROPERTIES EXISTENCE WOULD HAVE IF DEATH HAD NOT EXISTED IF TIME ARRIVED AND DIDN'T PASS LIKE A LIQUID, IT WOULD OCCUPY ALL EVERY DIFFERENCE WOULD EXIST AND CARRY ON AS TRUTH ALL OPPOSITES COLLAPSE AND EVERY EXCEPTION BECOME...
* Poem* Species Dysphoria II
#3 of poetry the second entry in my series of free-form photo-poetry, all about humans and their strange little ways. * * * species dysphoria ii segregation * * * | !
*Poem* Species Dysphoria I
#1 of poetry free-form, photo-poem about humans and their ways. * * * species dysphoria i the consumer * * * |  |  | !
I realized
Trying out a bit of free-form poetry because i had these words in mind all day. we'll see where it goes. i awoke from a deep slumber. to you, it probably was a mindless action, but i got a revelation.
Confusion
Another free form poem. take it easy on the criticism! ;3 the great wolf howled to the empty sky, his confusion his pain plain to hear. "why? why must i endure? all the others receive the happiness they wish for..."
Fennec Moon
A quick free form poem in celebration of nature and the playfulness of the fennec fox fennec moon by rocketroo an arid zephyr breeze dances on a dune tail twitches and nose itches in the dust night crest in a desert life fennec moon rising
Conundrum
Random, free form poem i wrote almost a month ago. what is to become of my life? how can i possibly slow down and see things in front of my eyes. i'm trapped in a past that wasn't mine.
Unicorns a brief history
The unicorn now free form the hunts played and romped, the most beautiful of gods animals all but forgotten.
Not a Word
Nothing could take away from the beauty of the music they were playing; a loose, free-form composition that might have been jazz or some distinct jazzy genre that cara wasn't versed enough in music to identify.
Ch. 8 -- Whats Cooking
Like watching a free form ballet, where every dancer sharing the floor was listening to different music, or watching an aquarium full of fish. the hardest part of his job was managing social privacy on board.