Praenomen & Painted Door
#17 of poetry c.2019 a heavy poetic set based around desperation and the callous disregard of one life's worth to another. this piece took an absurd amount of time to produce, breaking my previous record by ... a lot. i think i'm most proud of this one.
The Promise
Rather than merely post a list, which has very little substance to it, i chose to put it together as a piece of loose-formed poetic content. i am not a poet by any means, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy it.
Poetic Night
T'was like the moon so high in the sky a beautiful gem to behold in my eye Night in and night out, it hangs in the sky a soft gaze and a quiet light Eternal like the eclipsed night We look upon without much thought But forever has it given us a...
Grad-Bash Part 19
He was cute, funny, sarcastic, fun, an athlete, poetic at times. he was like, the model that every girls dreams of having at her side. and he liked me. which doesn't help my nerves at all. "want to take a rest here?"
The bloke in the engine room
I had this idea, though, that in the future poetic ballads will come back. robert heinlein had that idea, too, come to think of it.
Journey
_A withering canvas of prophetic dreams, contrasted by cooling anticipation seeping onto foreign ground._ Shriek from the bottom of your lungs; what I seek echoes beacon-like, left and right, rippling out of the epicentre, a vulnerable comfort zone...
Voice Heard
. ### voice heard the status of free verse poetry in the euro-american poetic canon has heretofore been a question of voices heard and unheard
I wither besides the lush flower bed
A poetic form that i wanted to share with those people here :3, it's of the european poetic form: ballade.
Property of Wesley Telecom
The beeps, the static, machine-to-machine was poetic in a way. the language he heard was not one of culture or history, but instead one born of the bit and the byte. the one and the zero. the transistor and processor.
Alone
I've been feeling more dysphoric than usual lately so i thought i would voice my emotions in poetic form to the best of my ability, i hope you enjoy i look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do?
Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa
It was here, in this room, my father died, end coming to him reclined upon the sofa, infection consuming his body as he bled post op on the fine leather seating. The doctor and his nurse had come to Venleaux Villa to see after him, to operate on the...
Pain
To be a drug dealer he was quite poetic. i guess there´s all kind of people around the world.