Overlooking the shoreline, a deep sigh forms releasing the exhaust of the day. Blowing out in the direction of the cool breeze, I scan the shore expecting something or someone, but it never comes. Looking up, the pink moon rises over the North Sea and it hits me- this spot, this arresting moment is what… Read More “Pink Moon Rising” by Kimberly Ray.
Worry’s the advance Interest that you pay On trouble that does seldom Seldom come your way. To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here.
Display the perfection of your beauty. Hiding the flaws and the issues that it brings. For the masquerade is a ball, and life it’s dance floor. The beauty that you have, is the tool for seduction. Past it – there is nothing to take in. Just dark roads, and light less life. I free write… Read More “Light Less Life” by Ruptes.
I’m fat, I’m big, I’m huge, I’m dark, I’m lean, I’m skinny, I’m subtle too, terms of comparison seems irrational Earth is diverse ranges in color, creed, ethnic, and race. We distinguish ourselves as an outcome of minute peculiar change. But end up Emphasizing condescension on all antonyms. Did you ever ponder the implication of… Read More “Episodes of Distress” by Kevin Davis.
Just like a normal relationship, we had happy and bad memories together, but both I won’t bring to my next journey. I will leave them for you to have something to go back every time you miss me. I won’t be back for a while, or maybe for good. But, if ever I’ll come back… Read More “I’m Leaving Everything To You” by Helena.
When the quiet hits the roomLike a silent bomb, it arrivesAnd in the silence- a lonely feelIt comes in a pretty disguise. And as you sigh, releasing breath,The day washes right away.But silence in never ending formSometimes brings sadness your way. It can make you think of happier timesOr even the struggles you’ve facedIt can… Read More “Silence” by FromtheHeart.
I’m just going to push the boat out,spit some words and mess about.That’s what I love about writing,when you start out you have no idea what to talk about.Then words just appear out of thin air,with flare, with the power of a prayer. Single words can lead to warfareor they can take you from little… Read More “Independence” by Martin The Poet.
“This friendship will self-destruct when you open that box,” Katie says as she hands me a box and waits for a response. I wonder what this means, what is so important in this little box. Do I dare open it? I don’t want to lose her as a friend. We’ve been through a lot together:… Read More “The Box” by Kimberly Ray.
No hero loves adventure, No hero enjoys the path. So I think I’ll sit content here, And let the path slip away. – Yes, I think this life suits me, It’s really quite endearing. Adventures are overrated, So let us just stay right here. – Here it’s nice and quiet, Here it’s (I’d say) fairly… Read More “Chapter 1 – Peace” by The Next Chapter.
The roads, the valleys, the ripened dreams in solidarity, To a handful weaved of a ghost aubade in speech Evoking contingent flames unmourned, and embraced As the shaken birth from the morning, I starve the feathered dreams, As I no longer follow through with the nightlong autumn near the glass, I hope we don’t forget… Read More For that is only what we seek.
— My foot on the path, My hand on the gate, My head in the clouds, My soul with the wind. – As the Golden Ray departs, Now this journey begins: The Next Chapter is here, And from here shall tell. – There are stories of war, And stories of heroes, Stories of cruel pain,… Read More “Prologue: Hope” By The Next Chapter.
I reflect as I view the past: Forever have I held my tongue, O’er fear I shall attack you, Rather than confront the past. Good men are not like me, for I have neglected to forgive Virtually everything you did, Envying those who forgive with ease. Yet now I see my error, and mourn Over… Read More “Water Under the Bridge” By The Golden Ray.
Do not look at the black night In the whitecap of the storm, And then when it comes to dreams, Do not speak of them to me For I lived in the years before. Strands in the lust of blood Into the twilit road at night The first fleet dead, slayed At Octavian’s feet, And it… Read More Black rivers.
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Here is the slumber Indulged in black tides Stood softly forever still. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
I wake to the darkest light; the marshes cry in the mist, And my eyes fix to the shaking of the wind, grazing the footfall by the permafrost, It is a maddening world out there—the roads beaten, unlit, Crawling of a cedar’s blood Slaved in an undressed pottery polished in white lines Like the sense… Read More We’ve lived nothing as a dream.
A feather lifts into the asters, Made known to the wind Teeming with a protestation Of what awaits to be quelled Eternally in this infinity, This sacrifice that slips from the dark, Settles into a river barely seen. Permeating from frosty caresses Sliding off the rock, And back into the cool, The bare of winter,… Read More Eternal.
By CityLightsAndPowerlines. You’re a liar and I knew it from the start, But stupidly- I gave you my weary heart. I gave you the only ounce of trust I had left- But your imaginary tales took it and fled. I’ve been stabbed in the back time after time- And every time we talk, something isn’t… Read More “You”
Blue river fiercely Combed; bloomed, Through wind, awakening cold ash. In the frail honey surf Arching Warbling yellow trodden ages, roads; Water gushing, stranded sun Upon Me; and I, I am dizzy with Light. With the humming wind, Shadows Tremble in ghost shores; shaky with A breath. One breath—sea light You’re Shifting, lying down— unwrapped,… Read More Shadows tremble in ghost shores.
Foreign silence beside fever roads: the aroma of fog carries the wind and twists delirium as the red geraniums fall to cold dune fields sleepily in cypress dreams picked by blazes lodged to frosty solitude by the sand hills. A blue dream flew above aural ice chips; the dream-like shadows slipped from dew where the… Read More The ecstasy in your eyes.