I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth, and the foot of the leaf between the limbs of a small tree halved like quarters, and still dying, I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— Ancestress of loss … Continue reading I
That you surrender thine good heart to me And yet draw thine alluring self So far from touch A thing which calls the head to thought For at all cherished moments of ours Thine affections you confess So what shall so proofly bare thine testament of love If not the true making of love? Moderator's … Continue reading A lover’s argument (Poem by ALEX-ANI NNAMDI )
in a ghost of the moon; archaic dreams cross the ocean; idled mind the hawthorn spume and Earth’s red moon, estranged to the headstone fare to ash-heaps and dissociation down the bones of beanstalk and the ghost, the moon, reddened mirrors of ourselves to feet of God, light lies … Continue reading earth’s red.
Listen to you: The timid guitar, Calling all who hear To sing and to dance. - Listen to me: The sad piano, Making everyone happy At my own expense. - Listen to us: The out of tune duo, But we don't care, Together we make music. -
Hello! This is the second post I'm making regarding my upcoming NaNoWriMo 2020 novel, "The Time Assassins". In it, I will introduce you to the two central characters, James and Tri. JAMES James Newman is a kid genius. He graduated with a bachelor's degree in engineering at the age of thirteen, although only because he … Continue reading The Time Assassins: Meet James and Tri
I never asked you To be my friend, I never asked you To steal my heart. I never asked you To hold my hand, I never feared We'd be apart. Yet you came as a thief, In the dead of night. You came as a thief, And now I can see. Here we are, Dancing … Continue reading Reverie (An Original Poem)
plains of bleeding flowers my dreams, as is, withdraw in catalpa’s mouth, death’s winged ozone, from white to yellow leafy bones a midsummer dream hence the sea of madmen to the locust ghost in a dying sunset mirrored the oeuvre and mind as I dream of the sea as I dream; guilt in eyes lay … Continue reading I drown.
In their dying in their shadows I will see your eyes. As the blood-flow of living things, dear white shells and white bone fall into the ground, mama’s bony fingers whiten the earth, where all else fades and leaves; daddy glissades in the ice picking flowers for us all, and soon they fade and all … Continue reading in their dying, in their shadows.
I'm sure all of us have had a love for Nintendo games sometime in our past. For me, it's still alive and strong, as I have been replaying Mario Galaxy 2 of late. HOWEVER, there are two moves my brother and I have discovered during this current playthrough that we never learned through years of … Continue reading 2 Epic Mario Galaxy Moves You Never Knew Existed
Did you know approximately 50%-74% of the population is extroverted? That means approximately 50%-74% of the population is screaming in terror, banging walls with their heads, and begging God to allow the pandemic to blow through. And I'm willing to bet most extroverts have even began singing Rapunzel's song from "Tangled". "Make the clock reverse, … Continue reading Mark’s Mind: Quarantine (aNd InSaNiTy!)