#graphics
Dissected lines
Intersection
A special selection
Death by design
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin.
Trash could fill my surrounds, and in.
******* would be in my mind,
I sometimes I could hope,
that a coin
might land
inside
.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
in yellow
& pink
her benignity
wink in
cheery pit
rain there
she hoodwink
and hem
this dress
that cognate
her trim
line figure
again with
lips that
sync in
3D graphic
feature pic
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
On a day in Spain here to find Gris
itinerated light exhibit met collage;
he'd wind my heart to much surprise
and shape these eyes an ingenue,
while these paintings would graft Picasso
and his style in cubism grew
today arbor inside museum found.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
Crying out for peace.
Canceling a simple thing.
How Am I suppose to breathe.
A stupid thing to be upset about
A burning game of hide and seek
My my my I need love
Lonely road to the
One thing
I think is meant for me
How do people do these things?
Walk Alone.
Everyone should have someone. No.
Our blood is mixed in with the depths of our truth.
We bleed out until the world finally knows what we NEED.
Do You
See The
Woman Alone
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
A rush of wind
A gust of air
A broken limb
A time for peace
A time for pain
I AM ME
Here I am falling again.
D
O
W
N
to the pavement, The
broken
glass.
I BURST THROUGH YOUR WINDOW
Now
I'm
Falling
Again.
Do you read this poem.
In complete silence?
Are you walking to a place of violence?
My words are to be heard,
but they will not be spoken.
Here
I
Am
Falling.....
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But I feel so closed in.....
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC