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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...