Tags » Daily Poetry

this tender wound from which flowers hope it never heals

Daily Poetry

white blossom ache in the long bones of the moon

Daily Poetry

ART.

You used to be artistic but

you were scared of yourself.

I know I’m plain. I know I’m nothing.

I know I don’t inspire somebody to sprinkle… 57 more words

Daily Poem

language of dead white ones. Turn the page and

Daily Poetry

night shift at the poison factory a radio set to static

Daily Poetry

worms with familiar faces plunder the emotion of lightning

Daily Poetry

black licorice in plastic dreamless sleep

Daily Poetry