Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A word resonates in my head. I can't pronounce it, but I know it's his name. The ichorous discharge is almost transparent as it's sucked into the syringe. I look at him, God's envoy or God themselves, and I push the needle in.
By Amethyst9 years ago in Poets
You, my darling, are half-goddess and half wolf. You love and trust with that heart of gold, and protect yourself like a wild woman.
By Chahat Sharma9 years ago in Poets
