Red Mud

They did not contemplate,
That it would be this night…

She Did Not Know

For when the axe-man came,
Her beauty was to blame…

What Remains?

What is it that remains?
When the less is stripped away…

Vessel

Witnessed by angelic eyes,
A loving son still survives…

Obsidian

Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries,
The dank rot of old woven wishes,
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air.

Decorated

We wear the medals with pride,
Fruit salad served on our chest…

Someone

If these words cannot make you stay,
Then all I will ask for is one more day…

When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

The Abyss

Each small step we take in life,
Leads to an unseen abyss

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...

yaskhan

Verba volant, scripta manent !