a background ghost in a time-lapsed photograph, just looking for a skin
who makes declarations only because he seems to have lost his lover's mail address
who had plenty of hollow words to comfort hollow ears
but now searches for substance
no matter the encasement.
who makes declarations only because he seems to have lost his lover's mail address
who had plenty of hollow words to comfort hollow ears
but now searches for substance
no matter the encasement.
- Last seen right now. Member since January 10.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 71 comments.
- I am a 18 year old person (United States)
- I am in the groups Comments for All, I am in need of a trace from your ink
- I have 71 comments, 1 contest, 27 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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I see the Fire Rider has mounted his goblet,
leaving a trail of ice behind, -
Imagination converts to energy
where the tires meet the road. -
A View Driving Down Height’s Road
My Poetry
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I read none of the plaques
and meandered,18 lines, 1 comment, August 10 -
Weird is her style and weed her perfume:
rocks bright orange leggings stretch'd over her thighs,27 lines, 2 comments, August 10 -
Aye, Tin Man! Let thy galleons traverse
the water, white sails aflutter with16 lines, July 23 -
With Mr. Williams' Mentor to
one ninety-four, and19 lines, 1 comment, July 23. In Spur-of-the-Moment
