Short story of short story author
Brief tales ran away from him
Underneath the paper on his typewriter
He was inconspicuously hiding a poem
More poemist than storyteller
Penning poems in brevity
Short stories waiting to be told sounded... – by JESUS BETANCOURT | added by anonymous
3 mins ago |
Discordant, cacophonous shrills ,
They wire their way through mesh and bone ,
I am artificial , I am alone
The metal smith deserves a praise ,
Each spring ascends,
They poke, pinch and patter me
I’m assured they only flatter me .
... – by Fine Pretty Dress | added by iesha756
47 mins ago |
Kandy.
Elite.
Seductive.
Kaleidoscope.
Virtual Reality.
Underling.
... – by Jerry Wayne Lawrence, Jr. | added by jerrywlawrence2666
55 mins ago |
The reflection of your pure soul,
Through the mirrors of your eyes,
Even when the sun doesn’t rise,
Makes my heart bounce with joy,
And makes my soul rejoice,
It’s endlessly pouring love,
If he shuts his eyes I fall,
He beholds the candles... – by Sarah Probe Salama | added by prinzessin.probe
2 hours ago |
Jesus had no Church ?
Just some words reports
the Bible. And disciples
learning, and some others
following through the
streets, the hills. Is all... – by Soul_00 | added by Soul_00
3 hours ago |
... falls, the dusk slowly snows
alightening swirling dawn rose,
the scent of sleep
on the edges of lips
this day, laid out-stretched
outside the morning strived
ascending mnemonic nipples
of bound morphemes
confused miasma and clouds... – by Terry Emmanuel | added by terrye.62528
5 hours ago |
does he know about not meeting expectations ---or not having any?
what does he know about setting expectations ---
and expecting one too many?
what does he know about hurt? About pain? About anguish?
what does he know about truth ---
when... – by Anna Leah Luna-Raven | added by allunaraven
5 hours ago |
seems impossible to me
that time had a beginning,
like a mouth that's never known
the wetness of another's tongue.
how could time begin
without there already being
time to begin with,
like a hand that's never grasped
the curve of a... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
7 hours ago |
generally
prefer art that has no
blatant meaning.
i want to be
allowed
to interpret things
for myself.
that's the poet in... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
8 hours ago |
the tongues
of strangers
i hear the words slipping
like worn-out soles
on the pavement
of meaning.
for a moment I thought
you said "on" when you meant
"of" but it was just
the whiskey talking.
in our collective
ignorance
we... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
8 hours ago |
morning light
creeps in
like a dirty secret.
no more
crumpled pages,
no more
coffee-stained
charm.
newspapers
used to give us
that extra bit
of motivation and
some free breasts
to start the day.
now it's just a hollow
... – by Joe Strickland | added by JoeStrickland
8 hours ago |
The only mystery there is to life,
With time to waste wondering about...
What it would be like,
To adventure and explore...
The risk and chance taken to move,
Beyond the comfort of a closed door.
Without it to not.
Regardless of the weather.
... – by Lawrence S. Pertillar | added by lpahtillah
8 hours ago |
Butterfly and cicada.
The Butterfly boasted itself
and addressed the cicada humorously,
"I am blessed by God,
so I am adorned beautifully."
"But you,the ugly creature
with shrilling voice,
is the herbinger of nothing but
only deafening... – by Swarup Bhattacharya | added by swarupbhattacharya263
9 hours ago |
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