Writing

In raving black ink
bequeathed by demon-gods
I wrote poetry in the light of fireflies
...

Write about anything

They say,

Or the first thing that comes to mind.

That which is...

She was cold

Beneath her skin she was bleeding the color of blue

The darkness of nothing in...

There once was a tale

Of a Nightingale

With wings made of pure gold

And as the...

"A pen can be used to write over a million words, but it is the writer who can truly use the pen that will...

it all started on washed-up vows
of silent memories
with a hope
that darkness doesn't...

It struck my heart

It moved my soul

It brought me to tears

And left a hole

...

Shame,

Memories,

Mistakes I made again.

Sleepless Nights,

Dreaded Mornings...

I wrote you a letter,

I stamped it yesterday.

Its tucked inside my wallet,

I've...

Oh, pen.
There you lie,
Cold and pale,
With your jaunty cap askew.
NO more ink...

the taciturn lion speaks
but the story-telling chimpanzee
does not understand the subtle...

The blankness of the page,

With it’s solemnest grin

Paper will never speak,

It...

Your writing is hard and dark!

I could only laugh because it doesn't matter. I have the spark....

Elysian lesions lustrous Ephesians effacing fecundity in fluid fraternal systematic telemetries conjoining...

he was genuine and particular,

he was the world, he was galaxies,

he was the pleasures in...

Ceci n'est pas la vie, de ce que j'ai compris.
Quand j'étais jeune, j'avais des rêves et pas juste...

Poets, listen to hear. The eleventh hour is among us.

Truncation, tarnished in upkept sonic anchor...