Trying to write something, but often a disaster. Mainly short poetry.
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Warm days, for long cooled All leaves freed // bereft woods, fruits Some branches coat left.
By Francis L4 months ago in Poets
sun silence ~ ~ ~ a batch of caresses seems to run a surface waits its affluence ~ ~ ~ like something is going to happen
By Francis L6 months ago in Poets
Nine tails scrubbed me* daily and nights. One day, I took the decision : My body is not to share Over your desired fire* !
By Francis Labout a year ago in Poets
"I forget my sack. Please, help me find my basket under your baskets !" ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
By Francis L2 years ago in Poets
Dystopian gathering - two individuals I guess they're together - one's plenty visible See now down the flooring - shades, their own rituals
By Francis L3 years ago in Poets
Son of a father Father of a son Meant to get further Meant to grow a hon' So to be a man Lick the mother's mouth To get what it can
Hi, you may. You may stay you may play Take a day search your way ; Take your time with your hand Sound the chime hug the land ...
Light lights like long lasting lakes. Like loons. Let' lean, lead landscape. Let' loose ... Let' leave labor. Lull ! Let' learn love.
Fight for freedom ! Fight for fairness ! Fight for feats. Fight for feasts. Fight far from fears. Foes feel fast fists, firm feet. Foes fold fore force, for finding frustrating falls.
WELL, WELL, WELL a few minutes left to make a theft from my heft, and freeze it on weft. ALL WORDS'RE WELL PUT IN THE CELL
If walls could talk, many covert thoughts would be told. Footpads like this idea, as they try to fold visitors' goods into their pockets - so bold.
By Francis L3 years ago in Fiction
Forty-five seconds were enough to change a prosperous city with daily dreams into tough rough. Result of a new symphony.
