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Raindrops On My Soul

The sound of the rain, is making me insane. I act plain, but inside, it feels like I am dyin'. Closing my eyes, to put my tears in disguise. My head is filled with

[Eng./Esp.] The God of Lost Negatives. || Epitafio para una mujer que insiste en no morir.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. For this first instalment, I have chosen to filter the nostalgia of the original text through the restraint

Meaningless

A clock ticks down in an empty room Nothing in there to hold to judgement The fire burns out, and the smoke fades A circle of no impact in the void Forgotten words

River Must Flow: A Poetry

Subject: This poetry generated by machine and human thought explores the concept of redristribution of resources and capital as a measure of social justice. Good

Some People's never leaves you| a poem by me about those who leaves but their memories are with us|

Hlo my poets of the hive engine I hope everyone is okay and having a good day, So today I want to share my experience and a poem which is mine and I want to share

Veil Between Worlds: A Poetry

I. What They Did Not Ask Before the first law was written in stone, before the first man called her modest or loose, she dressed herself in morning light alone —

[Eng./Esp.] The Shudder of the Hollowed Queen. || El Lamento de la Piel Herida.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. Born from the unsettling vibration of a planet hollowed out for profit, these verses serve as a cold

In Another Timeline

Our eyes glazed on sand Awake at first light Interlocked in embrace Softly caressed With coffee and croissants Ran ragged on stones Excavated old bones On temples

Chant of the Saint Dame: A Poetry

Beware the one who wears the veil, whose honeyed words can never fail, she speaks of heaven, light, and grace, but darkness hides behind her face. Saint Dame, Saint

Ashes & Ember: A Soulful Poetry

Subject: This poetry conjured through machine & human mind captures the essence of burnout.

Donde el ruido no entra

Donde el ruido no entra Italiano. Treinta y tres años. Alto. Tatuajes. Cabello rizado, siempre un poco despeinado. Calmado. Tranquilo. Pleasure Dom. Divertido. Fácil

It's fashioned.

source It's fashioned. That walkway, Each day. To recognize what is brought, And challenge the thought, The one that is bought, Then search the sought. What is wrought,

Is It Normal?

I've published two posts now with Is It Normal? themes. The inspiration for these themes originated in an assignment for my homeopathic studies. For that exercise,

brown girl

brown girl, down, girl playing hooky like a scoundrel. drown, girl? mongrel alabaster skin, wild soul. gypsy bastard to my dirty core tan hipbones, blackened hide.

Cosmic Libraries (Original Poetry)

A wink from a culprit connecting me to the cradle of Lyra instantaneously. I look around download what I need and I’m back in my flesh suit sharing ancient knowledge,

[Eng./Esp.] The Hollow Sceptre. || Trono de Barro.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. The Hollow Sceptre He walked the corridors of Whitehall, silent and grim, The heavy velvet of the state,

Your name

Early in the morning, birds are being loud outside, beside, I am going away one more time, as any other day, could I stay, I don't know, you reap what you sow, but

She got that cameltoe V

She got that cameltoe V, And I got that V-taper That's how I got to tape her. She shaped like an 8, And my bank figure is 8, That's how she got ate. She's got that

While the birds sing

While the trees Flourish and the flowers bloom The birds fly in a harmonic rhyme A jubilee for a season they await An invite for yet another dance They circle round

The whisper's of tomorrow

The evening sky is really quiet. When it gets dark the birds stop flying. This is when a special dream starts to shine. This dream is for people who have hope in