Upon tidying my room, I found a quite disturbing poem that I wrote years ago. [f.y.i back then the majority of people that I knew called my photo] Photo did something stupid, Photo did something bad, … more →
squarebrackets.blogjsh9802 wrote 4 months ago: I must have mistaken my muse for my love and tried to mix the two, pressing and squeezing and extrac … more →
ideclipse wrote 5 months ago: She Rancid dreams coated with fear the days drain me of all ambitions I wake to a morning dove Alone … more →
squarebrackets wrote 6 months ago: Upon tidying my room, I found a quite disturbing poem that I wrote years ago. [f.y.i back then the m … more →
ei powell wrote 1 year ago: An old poem: Third Poem for the Calf There is nothing more here than beds of hay, and warm lovers … more →
dbarber59 wrote 1 year ago: Touch of Love All day we’ve loved Holding each other Arms not tiring Of your touch, A touch … more →
dbarber59 wrote 1 year ago: I see your bright swinging sword strong and ready at your steady side sharp today, sharp to cut, wi … more →
squarebrackets wrote 1 year ago: I’m in love with someone new And I’m not sure what to do Time is never on my side And my … more →
Oli wrote 1 year ago: This was written May 3rd, 2008. It was the oldest thing in my drafts. The reason I’m posting i … more →
diydanna wrote 1 year ago: Entre les Trous de la Memoire by Dominique Appia. Please note: The content on this web page is not t … more →
Harriet wrote 1 year ago: She sinks into the lull of steaming water. Burning her skin, so sweet she smiles. City lights flicke … more →