Workings of the Mind
#1 of poetry ok, this one is really short, so i was debating not even giving it it's own page, but hey, why not? \*\* **workings of the mind** rushing through my mind; brush fueling the fire. ideas come unbidden; yet they match my desire.
Elevators by Alpha Wolfio
#10 of poetry a poem about elevatorcon. to ascend or descend?
Creative
#8 of poetry i have no name until you name me. i have no form until you shape me. i don't exist until you make me, i am creativity.
thoughts under a sea of blossoms
#3 of poetry sitting under the plumb trees blooming bright on a warm spring day the yearly dance of the finches begin singing sweet and beautiful as they suck the sweet nectar and knock the pink blooms to the ground where they
A wry Epiphany
#5 of poetry and scribblings when the hallowed grounds are breached, and the blood starts to stain the sacred earth, a waste starts to spread slowly, creeping underneath my skin, making me aware that the things i hold dear, are merely illusions, the
Afterglow
#1 of poetry and scribblings the silken smooth touch, waving over my body, back and forth like the oceans'tide, still lovingly unpredictable as the sea, leaving its eroding markings, when i feel your hands and claws, trace the curves of my back.
Rhyme, Rhyme
#2 of poetry nursery rhymes; diverse. won't work in this universe. rhyme, rhyme, so sublime - if you'd catch up with the times. fine lines? piece of cake! but the rain they've yet to make. spells, spells. ring the bells!
my venom - poem
#6 of poetry collection poem no. 6 your lips taste of poison but your words sound so sweet you are my venom snake so sink me with your teeth tear into my flesh and let me feel you deep bite me hard and let me feel you drain into my blood and
The wall
#3 of poems poetry the wall i hate this complete feeling of isolation what must i do to break the wall. the wall is miles high. need help to tear down it. can't do it by myself. i know what humanity is.
The Search
#1 of poetry 2016 the first of many, to arise, to all the people's, great surprise.
The Siren's Hymn
#5 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/the-write-setting/ and now she sings the siren's hymn, no longer is her heart within.
Sauce
_quite simply put, sleep-deprived at 3am is the best time to write poetry.