Petrichor (n.)
Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Image Source – That which flows in the veins of gods, stoney-faced, lightly scented, she whispered her dreams, onto the leaves, into the ground. You are THISCLOSE from…
Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
Image Source – That which flows in the veins of gods, stoney-faced, lightly scented, she whispered her dreams, onto the leaves, into the ground. You are THISCLOSE from…
Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end… Continue reading
Originally posted on Fairly Unbalanced::
? I Love you. Not for any heroic accomplishments, Not because you’re the manliest of men, Not for the heavy lifting, nor any chore. ? I love you.…
Originally posted on The Pillow Sessions:
What is a masterpiece but a personal opinion? A beautiful portrait to one is but a colorful concoction of eye sores to another. I think masterpieces are…
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Michigan A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Michigan Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could… Continue reading
Those lips, those eyes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words (Thank you Tumblr) Those lips, those eyes Blushing beauty laughed at my words. I told her. Her eyes, her lips. Only wish… Continue reading
Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
I. Gathering of clouds: dusk being the dark denominator of autumn equinox and sheets of rain. II. Not even the raven can cease to shiver underneath…