“Concrete angel”
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading
Amazing written and verbal poetry by a talented writer.
Originally posted on Theater of Sorrows:
Doorway Divulging Delicious Depictions Were on a collision, LoveThere’s been a division, LoveI don’t understand how to be with you againThis pain is clawing my insides, slicing,…
A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
Black heart In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind. He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading
Originally posted on What's on your Mind:
Kisses that taste like bitter coffee, My favorite smell, but it doesn’t taste as sweet. Your lips are cold, like the ice melting in my…
Dear Angela A pretty girl sat with me by the sea and she whispered to me. “You know who I’m and what I do. And you stayed with me. All I know… Continue reading
We loan, we borrow and we stole The Winter of 1978, we create boundless nights, we made thousand promises for love and you taught me. We loan, we borrow and we stole.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Histories and Mysteries:
? “I must be a mermaid… I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” ― Anais Nin “The mermaid is an archetypal image…
(On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry) On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao … Continue reading