She was the girl next door, Who came over to play. He did his best to ignore, Sometimes he’d run away. He always liked her smile, In a way, they were friends. She had such a unique style, On her,… Read More ›
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It’s Your Move by Damon E. Johnson
I’m looking at my watch and I think it’s about time you quit running from your destiny and wrap your legs around my rhyme © Damon E. Johnson Excerpt from the book Addiction Price above includes shipping and is available… Read More ›
Wingless by Brenda-Lee Ranta
Alabaster wings never make a sound every whispered dream are silently earth bound I can’t make a wish I can’t learn to fly I can barely sing I just sit and cry with my alabaster wings eyes can never see… Read More ›
Where I Want to Be by Tammy S. Thomas
I want to be in your arms, Cuddled up like a blanket. Expressing ourselves through sensual sign language. I want to be far away in our dreams, Escape with me for eternity. Beyond the universe is where I want to… Read More ›
The Hallucination of Nonexistence by Heath Brougher
Access to the axis of excess of thought. You expressed disappointment at this particular point in the appointment. I noticed a hesitant resentment immanently resonant like an aura’s transcendent remnant emanates over the interstate into the Pool of Placation and… Read More ›
Mystic Universe by Hela Jenayah Tekali
I have visited all places But none to my taste I made many encounters Been to the temples of inspiration But yours is the best To eat the food of wisdom I wandered in the deserts of loneliness, Like a… Read More ›
Rare Meat by Hugh Dysart
Tell us all your half time stories, tell us of your puddin’ and pie Tell us of your faded glories Memories so sad, they make me cry Rare meat, truth sizzles on a grill, my compliments to the chef Cued… Read More ›
I am the Wind by Tamsen Grace
I am the wind, she said, that sweetly soothes the sun kissed shores. I am the wind that rages, over ravaged waves of scorn. I am in tune with the flow of the sea, soft yet strong, I am complete… Read More ›
Popping Tar Bubbles by Candace Meredith
I. Soft bottoms of feet tap the asphalt: walking a short distance on McHenry’s Mill Road. She stops at the white house with the blue shutters, home two yards away. A guard rail rusts, fallen paint chips collect in little… Read More ›
When by Billy Charles Root
When will the ever stale defining taste of worldly fading ecstasy leave my tongue and let my mind not cringe at the thought of its loss but, sing in holy banter second by second in joyous salvation? When will my… Read More ›
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