PenguinAttack

Chat poems are poor poems, but they find homes here. Language is the loose tongue of your aunt tripping on the flip of double p's on the eve of your ...

We cannot breathe I found God on his apartment roof, bare feet chipped on the pebble-stones. His sheet was wrapped around the line, cloud white against the sun-spotted sky and ...

apparently I'm not dead yet In my dreams, you stand, teeth loose in your jaw, cold spears cutting through my lip.

In my dreams, you stand, teeth loose in your jaw, cold spears cutting through my lip.

And here, Moses parted the sea The sleeves slip against her wrists, they cover her finger blades, the crippled lumps of her knuckles, jointless, raw. I see the thick ridge ...

Hey guys, this is totally not a debate. While I understand you're talking on topic and it's all rather civil,the discussion feels as though it's taking a more edged tone. ...

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It's never too late! Start now!

Back on topic lads and ladies!

Fruit He was Czech and his lips roamed accents as though they were apples. The bite comes after the kiss, the meat still pale and rigid with breath below his ...

(Intertextual) is crazy good and I am sojealous. D: All of these are splendid, Dolores. I have missed you.

Dedication - my mother who died when I was young and stole from my chest the blanket we would sleep inside together. Like a shroud wrapped about her forehead, the ...

This cold night Bloated feathers sitting on the highest branch, watching the smell rise through the rippled air - this heat is blossoming against the tongue of hunch-backed whales, coarse ...

This is how I remember you Leather shoes breathe like people do, the soft inhale exhale like light, pressing the sides of your toes soft. These shoes are laced with ...

Go for it, Zabuza! Just explain that you're working on English translations in your post, if you like. ^^