Indifferent World – makeshift26 I’m indifferent to you,in this world made for two,sharing what we have with the rest, wondering how we got this far on fumes.The breath of life in view,littering the streets with news,of a better life for everyone. Photo credit: Navid Baraty for more from this author, click here:

First Blush – Yas Khan Sun flares into the sapphire My canvas rushes to capture Birds flying through wands of gold, grey Language of rainbow wings Strength in wild of day Divine comes through Connecting Heartbeats Sun warms aura of my consciousness Adorning wisdom in my heart I bleed in this odyssey Where tears turn to diamonds A jeweledContinue reading “First Blush – Yas Khan”

Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin It was a rainstorm infatuation. The clouds romantically dimmed the skies. She looked perfect under the veiled night, deep brown skin, hair dripping of rainwater, eyes as big as saucers. A rainstorm of happenstance that we’ll never regret, even when we’re happily married to someone else. Originally published at The Poetry Bar. read more fromContinue reading “Rainstorm Romance – Mark Tulin”

memories – hazel meadows remembering you is like being sick and the sun shining outside. the memories are beautiful but I still feel like hell inside for more from this author, please find here here: image:

Prompt – Pleasant Street Why women only?Are we victims–I do not feellike a victimas I risemy heart beatingmy breath in and outall day for more from this author, please click here: image:

The "Something Inside" – Intellectual Shaman

There is something inside of a man it is his essence a sense of himself. It can be taken away and it frequently is, but he keeps searching for it because he longs to get it back. It is the substance that looks on misery and sees happiness. It sings to him in pain. ItContinue reading “The "Something Inside" – Intellectual Shaman”

CIIPHER • N°29 – Ricardo Sexton SELF-DETACHED I was grieving for the loss; it’s clearYour love was a part gift, part theftA last farewell hug on a sinking pierA carousel that has no children left Then I laid there among the carrionThinking its flesh would then flightI’m the passenger with no carry onI’m no stranger to strife’s oversight A guessingContinue reading “CIIPHER • N°29 – Ricardo Sexton”

Swing Over the City

swingin’ tall over thebustlin’ rush of innercity’s dizzy bees, hive’s all lit up, somuch nothin’to see, but what lurks upthere lightin’me? and am i bright ’nuff orjust someone else’snothin’ muchto see? image: Pixabay (some very gifted artist) image:

and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose) and…this night is jasmine and is sandthe trees are fingers with no endthe earth has eyesthe tears have thighs you…you are the voice of lonely heightsI am the day without sightsa leaf is falling on my hipsinto the air a form of lips and…your touches hide in poetrya flower faints with jealousyyour dreams taste like forbiddenContinue reading “and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose)”

A Lesson From Rock Bottom – Ena Whiteraven

(as was shared on lunaiswriting) Buffeting winds! Blades of iceLight of a candle calls youCourage and strength both failHope and joy released as birdsShadows of warmth cruelly mock you –Knees give way to an endless descentWith final breath, you cry outFrom the bottomless pit of death.But what is this?Not oblivion, but … a stepSuspendedContinue reading “A Lesson From Rock Bottom – Ena Whiteraven”