Never forget the pain, The loneliness that burns; Never forget the Love, Which pulls you back up.
An Interesting Prospect
Hello, y'all! So, I've been thinking lately. Some of my friends and acquaintances are encouraging me to start a YouTube gaming channel, and I'm considering the possibility of doing this, and wanted a popular opinion one way or another. Why am I asking my readers on a writing blog? Simple. Because while this channel would … Continue reading An Interesting Prospect
her.
Alabaster the dissociatedMoon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,death the psychosis, torment the arbitrarymind, I dreamed of the topples ofthunderbirds, medusa-ing mouths of darkness, and finalhairs of serpents to planetaryshivers; and celestial deathof the stars, they translatethe whiteness of hills,goat-herding anesthesiain the sand-cratered moonswithin the dusty womb of Marsleft me my child-selfand I was her. Written for the dVerse … Continue reading her.
I
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
A lover’s argument (Poem by ALEX-ANI NNAMDI )
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 )
earth’s red.
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 (An Original Poem)
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. -
The Time Assassins: Meet James and Tri
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
Reverie (An Original Poem)
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)
I drown.
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.
