Murderous Poetess

For little does she know the depth,
To which her subtle words in breath…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

If I Had Known

If I had known, it would end like this,
I would have lingered longer in each kiss…

Murderous Poetess

For little does she know the depth,
To which her subtle words in breath…

Repentant Stare

Our sullied sins, the less known,
An echoed demonic baritone…

How Do I Know?

You say that you love me,
But how am I to know,
The words are so easy,
These little seeds we sow.

The Journey

Tung Jin, the aging Taoist Master of a rural temple in the hills outside of Nanning, was beginning to feel the weight of the many years that had passed since his birth. Although his spirit was still strong, the day to day tasks in seeing to temple business and instructing his students were becoming more … Continue reading

Another Cup of Tea

Nan-in, a great Japanese Master of Zen during the Meiji era, received a university professor who had come to inquire about Zen. Upon arriving, the professor was shown to the formal tea house by Nan-in’s most faithful servant, Chujian. They followed the river stone path as it led through the garden to the tea house. … Continue reading

JaZzArt en València

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

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life