Abstraction... Immersed
A young earth waits upon your call...Time flows on, you lie to all...The lies are new, none heard before...which mind remembers never more...All this place is, is pain...Doubts grow like a growing stain...In the dark no voice will sound...reflect,...
An Abstraction in Orange
An abstraction in orange caesar's armor clanked as he walked back through the mountainous forest, following the same game trail he had before.
Spacial Cliche
Spacial Awareness Space, Outer or Inner. I need more, but not very much. Space to think --my thinking space. When can I go there? Is it in space? I try to fit into required spaces. Spacebar chatters --might need replacing. Space in my lungs;...
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Purgatory
Tekvarr gazed at the cloudy, dimming sky as night fell upon the world. He knew he couldn't stay here any longer. It was foolish for him to stay as long as he did, but he didn't understand what exactly was happening. When he had ascended the stairs, the...
Meadows
_Sunshine. Soft grass between my toes. Sweet tea on a summer afternoon._ _It's funny where the mind escapes to when the body is unable to flee._ _As the last one leaves, my body is unceremoniously left on the bed, beaten and bare. Breathing hurts....
Walking Around
The light boils down to a point where I find a penny. I take it and walk along to see that I find myself in a room. It has dust floating about and I have no idea why I'm there. I try remember, but it is for naught. So, I shrug and go on about my...
The Echoes
I lost the echos. I didn't mean to. It sort of just slipped away, and now whenever I try to yell, I don't hear anything anymore, that far-off voice is gone. No one responds back, here in the deadlands, especially to me. I don't live alone. That...
The Alien (poetry).
?Floating through the space, floating from menace, quicking up my pace, forgetting my dying race, ending in this place, sweet like a cake, loving people fake they don't want to take my life away.
What Love Is
What Love Is By Kazufox Love burns greatly in this gloomy world, Expressed rarely to its full potential, Still glowing warmly in the hearts that have feeling. Love always forgiving and caring, As if a long lost friend, Wraps those...
Weight of a Name
Weight of a...
Bouncing Off The Target
Just a kind of abstract poem about archery and trying to hit a tricky target.