God sang down to me
And I wept at the beauty
a pig in the mud
Pixie Weasel
A pixie weasel
Frantic little dungbeetle
Pedalling feces
What a strange creature he is
Blinded from our god
It is so good to be back. We were off creating and seeking God in art.
We are back!
We are here working on a bunch of new poems and haikus and musicals for you all and are very excited about our progress!
Look out for some good DP coming up!
We have missed you all so much. Just a shout out to a few of our special selection of tomorrow. Look for these wonderful writers yourselves. Grace Of The Sun, JoJo, Fourteendoors and Cassa Bassa. There are some phenom writers. Artists even!
Genocide
Let us remember the evening tide
Red and soaked with ropes tied
We touch with soft souls
And fingertips of lust
Please take me to church
And let me listen to the birds on their perch
Robot
We spin about
In the pickle brine
Dancing in salts
Can a rooster ever
Wake the sun?
Robots watch us
With electric eyes
They do not like pickles
God smiles
I was cooking food
When a goose flew overhead
Bug crawl in dark place
Sneeze twice
Autumn cold season
My Tongue Touches The Ink On Her Page — Room of Thirteen Doors
In the dark and strangeI felt my heart changeMade electric sparkDangerous art broken in partsAs the surreal vision startsShe sits in a dark capeOn a pale horseBlood courses, she captivatesI must decide, heart bestirredWhether I need to escapeOr ride with herUsing gentle forceDon’t want to missNever feel the kissOr the bliss of anticipationElan, elegance of […]
My Tongue Touches The Ink On Her Page — Room of Thirteen Doors
Worm
The train rattles by
Plip plop rain drop from the sky
A bird eats a worm
Cross-stitched — The Lustful Empress
We have discovered so many brilliant writers on this site. Some blow our minds with the beauty.
*** Revised. This is what happens when I try to be spontaneous. *** ~~~ If I had the adequate know-how And necessary fine motor control, I would cross-stitch the strands of my patchwork heart Directly across the stretched fabric of yours, Intertwining strings and shreds of bloodied ache Into little Xs, Kissing their way across […]
Cross-stitched — The Lustful Empress
Midnight
See the night sky turn to jade and sapphire,
Laugh lines and firefly ecosystems,
Reach out and touch the stars
Anything is possible,
Feel your freedom.
Definitive Poetry 