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Virgil

  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Note: This one's for the 13th since my internet went shaky (again). Creamsicle Skies - Number Fourteen The orange and azure clash for control of the sky, the in-between creating ...

    Apr 14, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Harbinger - Number Thirteen I'm a harbinger of false futures with visions replaying in my head like a buffering video with a stutter except bloodcurdling screams and the sound of ...

    Apr 13, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    This one's for the twelfth because I wrote this one last night but my internet kept being shaky. Blanket - Number Twelve I want to live in a country where ...

    Apr 12, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Moonlit Eyes - Number Thirteen Moonlit eyes pierce my soul casting judgement upon my every action. I'm less worried about my fate five minutes later when she's hanging off loose ...

    Apr 11, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: April Madness 2018

    Mattress Yesterday, I threw away our mattress after weeks of watching your scent rise from the sheets like a pool's breath on a cool morning. With bent springs and corners ...

    Apr 10, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Goldfish - Number Twelve The snack that smiles back welcomes death and all of the comforts, anxieties and inner turmoil dripping from the Reaper's crescent scythe. The snack that smiles ...

    Apr 10, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    To the Potbellied Redneck Staring at Me and My Girlfriend At the Local Bar - Number Eleven I'm sorry, you look confused. Do you need directions? Do you need me ...

    Apr 9, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Back Scratchers and Sunshine - Number Ten Responsibility is the ache on your shoulders when you wake up in the morning after sleeping for four hours on a bed of ...

    Apr 8, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Autumn, Winter - Number Nine Autumn is the final burst of adrenaline, of primal voracity, of the lure to scavenge before hibernating in a cavity within the forest's teeth. Autumn ...

    Apr 7, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Mattress - Number Eight Yesterday, I threw away my mattress after weeks of watching your scent rise from the sheets like a pool's breath on a cool morning. With bent ...

    Apr 6, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Thanks so much @Cadi! I've been working on brevity to make my imagery more concise lately, so I'm glad that the image comes across as vivid.

    Apr 5, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Sweet Smiles - Number Seven Your sweet smiles can turn the ice surrounding hearts mutating into kingdoms of frost into soup. Arctic veins stiff as the rails at the skatepark ...

    Apr 5, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Controller - Number Six If love is a game then you are an addict with your eyes wide and face too close to the screen. When you lose, you kick ...

    Apr 4, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    @Killeham Thank you so much for the compliments! I'm happy you're enjoying what I'm putting out!

    Apr 4, 2018
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: streetlight devils

    Squall - Number Five Thunder pierces through the silence as rain paints the sky in colors of calamity. Upturned leaves promising a squall, a green tint fills the air. Liquid ...

    Apr 4, 2018


What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.
— Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian