deep

thrusting down penetrating into filling up & losing sight of all rationality, where the grip of what’s left to be human comes vibrating up through the spine making each one

A LOST LOVE

A lost love P K Routray “Without seeing the face, the beauty of a girl you can trace, by observing the beauty of the little finger of her toe,”

We Vote Red

The transitory nature of the master race.

Homage To Chloe

Those lips were as red and bloody as the jaws of a tiger feasting on a fresh kill.....

The Moppet Mound

A short poem on loss of a child.

Swiss Roll Limelight

Our hero has a plan...
Cherry

Weighing our love

A love poem - make the most of it!

Vox et Praeterea Nihil - or The Night I Lost My Naivety

A true story of youthful dreams shattered

Paimon

he was mauling her. With her last ounce of strength she quickly lifted her leg in the air and kicked it in the face.

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