Professional idiot.
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· When I won't suit in full for love you draw I'll push on, if core of my soul can flee; be kind just, to name any Good you saw
By Ali R. Naqvi3 years ago in Poets
They came in the night, heavy laser-cutters in tow. Shaved & swiveling heads pluming quick breaths in the frost, they set about their task with due haste, ere carving a path to the vault.
By Ali R. Naqvi3 years ago in Fiction
· When shimmer bands of silken gulls on high, As children of the sun are wont to do, And knells from milken throats their hue and cry,
· In life, furnace-lungs Chewed the skies to smelt each breath. · ... voiceless now: guides bloom ·
Paul broke from the treeline, lungs tearing at the seams. He staggered to the riverbank, its dull roar filling his burning ears.
By Ali R. Naqvi4 years ago in Fiction
Long ago, when the land was young and the stars were shy as children, there lived a mighty king. His flesh was molten rock and his mane was pillars of smoke, and he reigned over his kingdom all alone.
Paul's arms and neck burned with pain. Cursing under his breath, he groped in the darkness for any bleeding, then checked Maisie's prone form.
Paul burst through the treeline, eyes bloodshot with exhaustion and terror. His forearms and throat were riddled with thin scratches from the brush.
By Ali R. Naqvi5 years ago in Fiction
Maisie stared at Paul, as he slept on a steep lump of hay beneath his unfurled jacket. She watched his chest rise and fall, the way his nostrils flared slightly with each breath, eyes roaming under their delicate lids.
He's taking too long. Ernesto froze on his knees, water sheathing his broad knuckles as he glanced downhill. His eyes followed the mountain stream to where it curved sharply, slicing deep into the woods below.
· One cold July, a heart encased in fear Relinquished ev'ry chain into the sky. Horizons in pursuit, lone cavalier Bore deep into the Jester's mirrored eye.
By Ali R. Naqvi5 years ago in Poets
· When waves of life come crashing down upon my skin-canoe And flood their storm into my lungs, I yearn for what to do. It's hard enough to keep afloat with one soul in my crew,
