Between Midnight and 3am
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …
16/F/Itomorie
my presence may feel like a pretty serenity, but my existence is the profound definition of insanity. ~m "finding refuge in my own lies" :3
London - England
I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. …
45/F/Kentucky
My soul needs poetry. I have been published a time or two. Most notably an anthology from Old Seventy Creek Press titled "Dalliance." I started …
With Strangers
Words fall through me, always fool me. If you want to read more unpublished shit of mine heres my blog http://pensievesandpoetry.wordpress.com/