Your words is Art Your Art is Life Your Life is Art Very much a part of my being a writer Your words move me Like you’re just in front of me Embracing my body like laughs over coffee, or tears o… more →
Philnensiatomachfive wrote 1 month ago: Your words is Art Your Art is Life Your Life is Art Very much a part of my being a writer Your words … more →
tomachfive wrote 6 months ago: On Walking I I walk this plane Passing universe upon universe Contacting alien civilizations With th … more →
tomachfive wrote 8 months ago: Smith’s hammer unwielded by this fatigued brute My fertility damned to some Nordic icy hell Ke … more →
tomachfive wrote 9 months ago: I wish that I see the future where cars are magnetic, skimming and gliding by anti-gravity. Futurist … more →
tomachfive wrote 11 months ago: What’s wrong with grasping something tantalizingly close yet disappears As the blood ebbs and … more →
aliceparris wrote 11 months ago: ALIEN HYBRID The imperfect egg opened, a little hybrid peaked out and shouted, “eeeeks, where … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Through windows shadows pass Distorted figures featureless Look in and limbs extend Shadows solidify … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Which is greater of the two? The mover or that which is being moved? We often reason that our emotio … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Screens flashing images Checker the cumulus sky Bright and gay and ominous and gloomy Avatars of the … more →
dbarber59 wrote 1 year ago: They walked the rim of mepsorp, along the sprewing magna lake, tenacle locked in tight embrace along … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Yeah You heard me Rain blows on its hide Can it box it Shoot it ram it stomp on it Torch it set expl … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: In the cathedral behind the eyes Light up fireworks Let shine the most brilliant gems Let cryogenic … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Child in My Arms As I look at your face I escape to your own world Such peace No amount of terror se … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: Bird in the Barbershop Chirping like it was morning Greeting the sun in the evening Hovering around … more →
tomachfive wrote 1 year ago: The greens of a cheerful tree greeted me a merry dear day, how can I respond in less than cordial ma … more →
tomachfive wrote 2 years ago: The love that has to be immortal, the desire that has to be rekindled, to polish the ivory of Venus, … more →
tomachfive wrote 2 years ago: I sat before Death As close I can get Savoring slowly my drink Before I run out of ink (He always ha … more →
tomachfive wrote 2 years ago: The disembodied mind Fleeing from the unkind Blows to the body bind With the same kind. Signed up wi … more →
tomachfive wrote 2 years ago: When I have been injected With the vial of trust serum I vomit all my secrets needed Laser sighting … more →