Two eyes peered behind a violet. How many people came as a threat, looking inside its space? Let me count till my face turns blue. A fly tries to survive, too. S.W.A.T. on the thing; Wings are … more →
Poetry MuseSamanarana wrote 1 month ago: A Poem Written Slightly Under the Influence (Of Something Legal) Of Something Not Beer)* PROFESSOR, … more →
Guerin wrote 1 month ago: Past the iron furnace, back-shelf, sits long dust, facetious all wet, inky clouds flash their bounda … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 2 months ago: I really do not know why; and I can’t keep up the lie Of not wanting to try, to reach out and … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 2 months ago: The trees are blessing grounds, leaning wayward branches down forward through our sounds - of pleas … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 2 months ago: I watch the sunrise sinking and think to myself, of all the possibilities of all the choices within … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 3 months ago: In your fingertips I find a sweet indulgence, perspiration transferred moments That reap out sensati … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 3 months ago: Breath hitched inside an empty bag pumps the unknowing full force forward, We do not understand what … more →
Indigo Embrace wrote 4 months ago: A Quick Note: This is a poetic response to one of the many poems I have read in recent years that ha … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 4 months ago: A wall flips itself open, rotated like a fridge door; I will not let this stop me. I will, however, … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 4 months ago: Serenity is found in places like these; the water runs still against battered rocks, You can hear th … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 4 months ago: If you look deep into the pre-Cartesian, you will find what it is you seek in the words of philosoph … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 5 months ago: Become befuddled by the shining ambiguities, the light that drapes itself with constant dust- A memo … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 5 months ago: [To not only Noah Page but all those whom I love the dearest (ie. Rip, Adam and all those friends in … more →
Barun Jha wrote 5 months ago: Victim of the amorous act Duped by phony ethics I lay here vulnerable, hopeless Born for enormity, c … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 6 months ago: Who are you supposed to call? When you look outside your window, flakes of snow float by in mid-May … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 6 months ago: I’ve done too many posts in one day so I’m throwing two short ones together for my last … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 6 months ago: Your hands can grasp at fragile wristbones tired from leaning on the pavement. They can fight off wo … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 6 months ago: There’s a ring of decay forming on the windowsills of my bedroom; the spots where my head brea … more →
Mysty Vander wrote 6 months ago: sun streams between leaves, a golden light lands abruptly The cars below take advantage of the paved … more →