The precipice - fourteen to life The future is uncertain, but today - today is for eating cake.
By Randy Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes I wonder if this was a real place, or if I was a real person, or if I am living in a dream.
Cobweb: cob·web | \ ˈkäb-ˌweb n: something that entangles, obscures, or confuses A life’s work, a masterpiece, fallen to ruin.
Of all the things you could see from that mountaintop perch, the future was not one of them. Would it have mattered if you could?
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Murdr'ing minister, man has no milk, let alone one of kindness to Amend the agony that attends the crevice under my rib cage where a raven's croaked chastisement replaces dove's song, where serpent deflowers
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Intoxicated and heeding a god Divine speech rolling off a mortal tongue In the form of paradoxes most odd And gnomic riddles, whispered, screamed or sung
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
Oh, open for me, Phalaenopsis, mottled, majestic mouth, that I may Regard your radiant, resilient splintered magenta tongue
