I write poetry. Inspired by the undefined spaces where words take their chances.
small, white, tic tac light a bird, no, balloon, no, drone zigzagging to me
By Pixel Floyd2 days ago in Poets
When love tilts you past your zenith facing the dark side, take a stroll beyond the manicured wall where the sky is darkest.
By Pixel Floyd13 days ago in Poets
From out of a clear blue sky, a spate of pain and cloudbursts of sirens flood a steamy candy apple intersection. So then, every bite of steak is like a morsel of ancient sunlight.
By Pixel Floyd19 days ago in Poets
Lay strawberry hair on fair skin, let it redden like a crush, pink as cherry blossoms on the fresh dirt of hurt. Bring skin
By Pixel Floyd24 days ago in Poets
Midday, under a blanket of cumulus when the orange ball teases you into unprotected play and you respond with freckled affection. Respect that radiation.
By Pixel Floydabout a month ago in Poets
pony of whiskey kindles behind the ribs as cold settles deeper
By Pixel Floyd2 months ago in Poets
it's the calm that's worrisome— that clings to stillness like chrysalides from a tree: ༄ exoskeletons of alabaster skin,
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
In Florida, snowflakes rarely fall— this far south, maybe once or twice a sprinkler head might dress the golf course in a coat of winter white,
Broken bones mend whilst words will forever upend— 𓆱 words, are living things: they have personality,
Eels cop electric paralyzing sensations in murky waters
I offered an olive branch this morning, an offering between nests. Rooted in love. It began ㅤ with a scrape at the sill, like a fingernail—
after prom, where the road runs straight to clay, miles fade too long to stay. ~ the hunt became the prey. ~ high jumped the boundary line,
