Category Archives: haiku
∙ɤ ∙ɣ∙∙ just breathe ∙∙ɣ∙ ɤ∙ {redux}
ɤ ɤ ∙ɣ∙ hold on. take a breath. life must be faced. or you die. there’s no in-between. ∙ɣ∙ you’ll get through. just breathe. think of where you want to be then start moving. breathe. ∙ɣ∙ each breath gives … Continue reading
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›·•Ψ•·‹ sinnerman ›·•Ψ•·‹ the back story….
Ψ Ψ Ψ clothed in naught but the darkness, ol’ sinnerman shook his head like a dog, trying to get the sweat out of his eyes. not that it mattered if he could see. rejected by both Jehovah and Beelzebub….. … Continue reading
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·Ꮬ •Ꮼ• the sky gently weeps •Ꮼ• Ꮬ· {redux}
Ꮼ Ꮼ Ꮼ • Ꮼ • the sky gently weeps washing away my tears… dampening my fears… Ꮼ for a moment you get close enough to touch me as my broken heart opens to the chance of love · Ꮬ … Continue reading
featured poet ~ @gennepher {redux}
◊ originally posted 9 April 2011 ◊ i met Jenny on twitter. { @gennepher } she tweets stunning poetry ~ if you’re on twitter you will enjoy following her. she lives in the U.K. and occasionally shares delightful photographs from … Continue reading
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°·∫·° tango in the night °·∫·°
·∫· ·∫· °·∫·° dancing the tango in the night… °·∫·° ·∫· ·∫· based upon the following poem originally posted 17 March 2011 ·∫· °·∫·° i wake each morning with her scent on my pillow ~ aphrodisiac ~ °·∫·° ·∫· ·∫· … Continue reading
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ₒɲ •ϔ• has anyone seen my muse? •ϔ• ɳₒ {parts 1 & 2} {redux}
ϔ ϔ • ϔ • my muse got angry with me for ‘being ungrateful’ ~ yelling out as he left “let’s see you write without me!” at school they taught me the words would always flow like a river if … Continue reading
∙ Ꮠ ∙ Ᏹ∙ imaginary friend ∙Ᏹ ∙ Ꮠ ∙ {redux}
Ᏹ Ᏹ Ᏹ my mother kept my secret well. no one but she and i ever knew about Mari. my father was oblivious until i was six and, sobbing hysterically, i swore that i hadn’t taken his hunting knife and cut … Continue reading
