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Love Poems, Me and the Balloons

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Love Poems   There is a face I love. A skin I crave to press against. Eyes I never refuse. Ears perked and stretched at my wrestling cries. Hands I must handle. Legs that...

Rolling Hills 0

Tao of Soul

The Soulfulness that touches you is the Beauty of your own Immortality The thoughts you have, the thinking, is not where you truly dwell. Soulfulness is your uniqueness and oneness with All That Is...

Boy 0

Real Boy

My fiancee calls me Pinocchio. And we laugh because we both know the story. I lit a fire. I made the whale sneeze, but somehow got snagged on a tooth. They say that a...

Hiking is Confiding in Oneself 0

Confide in Me

Let the green grass breath on me and the dried flowers lay their heads on my shoulders. Let my stomach churn and flutter. Let my weightless eyes be cooled by the ocean air and...

Ferry 0

The Ferry

Ridding the ferry makes me ponder… Thinking of things far, wide and in between. There’s quietness, while muttered voices are far lower than the wrestling of cool steel, as splashing of gentle waves gather,...

My Vagabond Shoes 0

The Castle Field

I have walked here, We have discussed the most important of issues; Girls, parents, teachers. Woods flank me on three sides. Shady-quiet, they give shelter and peace. Sunlight plays on the balding grass, rummaging...

Vinyl Record 0

Down and Out

Sitting on a wooden chair In a grey and hazy lair Walled in by both stone and earth Pondering unsettled cares Unrequited, disquiet, Gravitied by frowns and frets Brittled, lapsing, mental grasp Sinking shoulders,...

Put Your Hands Up 0

I Yearn To Be Unambivalent With You!

I yearn to be unambivalent with you! I want to be drawn so near I’d know the scent of your amber locks. I want to be enfolded into your breasts of azure so I...

White Tiger in the Grass 0

Complacent Ronin

Through a man’s eyes is a story with pages stained at corners pen or sword both rest in sheaths honed finer than any blade that might rest inside it a tiger’s teeth caresses grass...

Wednesday Night, 11 PM 0

Wednesday Night, 11 PM

I miss you something terrible Without you, my writing has no life It had ceased to exist until you came along Breathed it life, and gave it a name   more by KRISTEN GREEN...