Verbena

A poem is a collective mass of many fine threads darting in at all angles and joining together. This is the background, if you will. A variety of components that ...

I am disgusted with myself. ---- God, have you seen— I hated over a one thousand time distance looking like a sunken cake or sunken eyes, half cooked and I ...

That red sky tonight, means the moon is on fire your black tongue, hints you’re a big, fat liar. That pale skin of yours, as solid as stones it’s a ...

Thank you for the advice. However, I think I can manage on my own. See you around.

Review is done. Review. Prefer it to critique since my critiques seem to be an evaluation of my overall thought, so...review it is. Yes, it's odd being...welcomed, no strings attached. ...

A slave speaking. Until now I hadn't yet come across a poem that revolved around a topic as such. You're skilled at encapsulating fascination without making your words so foreign ...

Thank you very much for the welcomes.

Became active today. Joined a while ago at the advice of someone I knew off of a different writing forum. I believe's he's Galerius over here. I like to read ...

You convey your message fine. The flaw is in how you execute your message. Seems like this is the type of poem you'd keep to yourself in the quiet and ...