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Turbulence stands still In the moments after birth; Child with mother.

Purple is the sensation of red grape skin bursting against sharp teeth; Purple is the sound of waves against a rocky midnight shore; Purple is the taste of sweetened squash ...

Four eyes, two hearts, two knives.

Nothing lives on Mars; On that vast and vacant plane, Only dust gathers, Waiting for human footprints To shape its red particles.

Tea, scones with a friend Before, I tried out writing... T’was not productive. :(

The moon shines like a tearful eye. It flickers on the edge of the world, Absorbing, Then shining. Receiving, Then giving. And so moonbeams fall like tears Out onto this ...

Use your own language! Shakespeare is a man long dead! Don’t fall back on him.

She asked for sunshine, and it came, But she was burned, And she asked for sunscreen but No one was available, And so she sat on the sidewalk, Letting tears ...

Eyes meet—and his heart stopped.

Dear poet... I can’t help but know’it You can’t help but show’it That you’re not a poet You think you’re a know’it... (all) You think you can glow’it... (up) But ...

Someone else’s grave May be showered in flowers— My grave remains bare.

The moon guides the seas Without reluctant regret Towards itself, and Water draws away from land, Trying to reach a false star.

An Apocalypse Story (very much a working title) Synopsis: During an apocalypse, an infected girl named Hally Fields journeys across the United States to see her family one last time ...

Dude, you are completely fine. :)

Holy schiesse, you're great at drawing! And visual word art. What frickin' program do you use to do those word images?