Pixel Floyd

Joined August 2025

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I write poetry. Inspired by the undefined spaces where words take their chances.

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My Moon
My moon, my moon I write to you by senseless night in the darkness of my requite scanning the dark for a trace of your remain
By Pixel Floyd3 months ago in Poets
Cracked Clay
Our house is Hades, where the dead wade in; We sit for stale communion, sour with doubt; Drink hollow wine, a vinegar of sin;
By Pixel Floyd3 months ago in Poets
Occupied Vacancy
a door's vacant breeze brushing along a bare nape warm with foggy breath
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
Evergreen Fire
into the woods where the evergreens burn orange a northern wind chills
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
Cold Sun Fire
Amber curl of fire a gentle sweep of fingers a cold sun soaked flame *Title photo by Breno Cardoso from Pexels
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
Spatterdocks
Bathed in yellow tannins, a bale of watchful terrapins fell like dominos. From the river's mouth a legless plug of prowess
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
Little Moreton Hall. Runner-Up in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
Grey lady lingers Betwixt the long gallery The moon grins sideways
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
The Kiss. Honorable Mention in The Road Drops Here Challenge.
In the morning pallor as the world pushes forward the sun swoons the poppies to pop their flower and I miss my leaning tower
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
Rind
Fair to middlin backpedaling through quotidian cycles of suns and moons and something in the mandarin dusk put pits in my patina
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets
I Care
You're so oblivious, and hey, you're right to say it's none of my business, but we have thin walls between us, and the sound of your heart breaking is the deafening sound of one hand clapping. But that's your hand, clapping, your heart, breaking, that I am witnessing. And I'd never say you lied when you said you were doing nothing; privacy doesn't imply hiding. I'm not seeking your confession, but you show it all in what's not seen behind your eyes: a silence deeper than the depths of the Kraken, a muzzle on the vile smile of your silenced banshee.
By Pixel Floyd4 months ago in Poets