Empty Refill & Pen

words are there thoughts are not thoughts are there words are not soul protest mind in unison (but) am now powerless superhero waiting for the power to reincarnate petrichored moon light crescent hiding my pale face with darkness brontide at horizon near the 42 heard not realized listened not felt The 42 is a residential … Continue reading Empty Refill & Pen

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Unwanted Poem

FIRST OF ALL THIS POEM WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN the whisper of stars muffled by clouds the breeze of early night is dry though slowly softly city humdrum slowing the tired breath of my week end soul yearning for the caress of calmness; to lie down immobile & comatose. I shut, after a fight … Continue reading Unwanted Poem