The winds rip a scream from my throat and bounce it out to the steep valley.
You, brave one, slowly slide to the mountain’s edge bracing the beating breezes. 44 more words
I lost my head since yesterday,
And I keep thinking of you.
I was displaced, felt no embrace
Yet I always knew…
What am I going to do, 62 more words
This Winter of decay and defeat and death
stuck in middle age, crisis of dark age
stuttering renascence, late renaissance
always just beyond the horizon of this lowdown… 269 more words
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets
By Christina Foskey
Fingers follow trails
through street shoulders
of cold snow, abreast
where I provide a calm
to barren hearted men.
Wadding bodies of water… 91 more words
In the end
The water came back.
It washed up on shore
And ran back
The way it came.
A cyclical disaster.
She is bound by her pain,
Struggling in the shadow of deceit
That spins the spools of chains
Crushing her, into herself,
She is bound, to the pain stalking her.
Hi! We heard your pee-cee broke.
It puffed blue and just went “croak”.
You have a warranty and it just woke,
We’re your pee-cee replacement folk. 149 more words