Originally posted on Blood Into Ink:
(Kindra M. Austin) The fire that whelms me does not consume; for it is mine own— I do…
The Sharp Blade of Memory
snow white hands cupped around open flame sharp-edged bones glow skeletal in orange-red light seeking warmth seeking redemption from long lost girl who blazed fiery
The Valley of Drifted Snow- To Be Determined
To Be Determined contemplates the passage of time and the need for redemption.
Holding Out Your Hand- Rahul Gaur
A monochromatic answer to my neon glow query A laugh that distils rebuke to my naive little worry Nothing really happened according to you while
sipping stars- Yashkan/ Yassy In Poetry
Originally posted on yaskhan:
I stir the evening In my cup of tea And wait for the stars To come out #haiku#senryu
When silence becomes seduction-Yashkan/Yassy in Poetry
Originally posted on yaskhan:
In the stillness of waiting I build my temple of words In the sacred confines Where blood flows in blodroots halo…
dead end-Christopher McGeown/ Short Poems and Other Nonsense
Truth on a knife’s edge from Christopher McGeown/ Short Poems and Other Nonsense Chris Mc Geown slowly i learned the dangerous lesson that no one
The Daily Song: Tired As Fuck/The Staves
Badass song by The Staves. I think this should be the unofficial theme song of all those that suffer with fibromyalgia and CFS Tired As
Drowning
i am a woman in a large glass box that is slowly steadily filling with water covering my feet my ankles my knees padlocks of
