Monthly Archive: January, 2017

“Love demand payment”

Love demand payment. Young soldiers with old eyes sat alone by the New Jersey Atlantic sea. Writing words upon old journal for few to see. He wrote words with many meanings. Reap what… Continue reading

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The Shadow Walked Away.

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective:
? i.                     An old lonesome mirror stands there,                     in the middle of an                     abandoned room;                     existing in a domain where                     the silence…

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Poet’s Love Song #romantictuesday

Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
I have been thinking about the many way poets express love through words, how often we give our words to others like gifts and how rarely people…

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Drowned

Originally posted on Grim's Crypt:
There are times where I find myself gazing into your sanctuary. Deeper my fondness grows knowing that all your creations are your gifts to me. The passion…

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Filter

Originally posted on Wings Of Poetry:
Filter#Daily Prompt#Attempt 68 While filtering my cup of tea I tried to Filter My memories In an imaginary sieve With astonishment I realized There is no filter…

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“Never again” We must remember.

Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais. (Men have done terrible things to each other. We cannot forget the past. Maybe if we remember the past. We can be kinder today?) (“For the dead… Continue reading

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“CHARISMA CRYSTALIZED”

Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
… It’s my eyes, liquid pools of moonlight. It’s my lips, dew kissed and soft. It’s my smile, warming you with sun rays. It’s my voice, mesmerizing music…

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The Internal Flame

Originally posted on WORDDEPOT30:
She has a fire that burns inside of her. It’s turbulent and un-refrained. It is the energy that fuels all desire and almost impossible to tame. She doesn’t fear…

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I grew up in a third world country

Originally posted on Tales of a Curious mind:
I  grew up in a third world country  Dusty roads made up the AC in our house  We knew not of snow or winter  The…

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“Carved memories”

Carved memories     I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You  were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and… Continue reading

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