The Weather Inside My Mind —Intellectual Shaman

the weather inside my mind changes like fair Easterlies until islands of bad energy consume my soul and soul-sucking tasks get done effortlessly my creativity loves chaos and so, cleaning closes my mind forcing a new direction with artificial power unwilling to allow a mess. I’m making the waves as my universe shuts down untilContinue reading “The Weather Inside My Mind —Intellectual Shaman”

Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey

By Scott Bailey © 2014 A ring of solid light Hovers just above the ground Spinning with infinity Casts glamour all around This is Where the white wolves dance It is said the be the child Of the seed of forbidden fruit Born from secret knowledge Found on a hidden a hidden route Around itContinue reading “Where the White Wolves Dance —Scott Andrew Bailey”

Branches —Emotional Notions

We sit and talk  as you begin to explain,  all of your brokenness from whence it began. I silently listen and don’t interrupt. I feel of it’s essence your beauty of now. For it all has formed you the way you should be, for no one escapes  the brokenness tree. ©EN, All Rights Reserved emotionalnotions.wordpress.com

Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat

To my confidant, Ever since I’m in abyss with my thoughts, I’ve conceded this fact that I’m anonymous to many and familiar to none. I’ve been on hiatus for a while. Sometimes, I’m not able to retrieve the exact impression of you but I’m quite tenacious to your distant apparition, and these memories that I’mContinue reading “Silhouette — Shubhangi Rawat”

The Quiet Spirit —Ancient Skies

The quiet spirit carries a sense of oceans running within, unlimited beauty yet peaceful and confident, expecting even stronger poems hidden within, the restoration and rest. Ancient Skies Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

NaPoWriMo 12 April 2019 —Poetry TAT

most bridges don’t naturally burnusually they just collapseunder the weight oftheir own situationor some humanpressing The Poetry Teaching Artist Training Project is quite confusing to follow. And I have not found poetry posted since April 2019. Or even how to navigate the sight to find poetry. 😣

I always was weak in his hands —el977

I always was weak in his hands And now I wanna be strong in my own madness I wanna be free like my oversized sweatshirt Like early morning in hills, like a newborn baby from the past wrongs. Read more el977