Poetic, Speculative, and aspiring to influence at least one person here.
XXIII. V. MMXVIII - Fetters Amidst the pile of bones and flesh That also circles around like encroaching walls, The lone wolf sat on its belly, drooling in his lake,
By Erney Fertile6 years ago in Poets
Speculative Thought - 7.14.18 I sit in my room, typing away at the screen that stares back at me in silence, oblivious of all the things that I should be worried about.
Pluto winks from the Edge of our Solar System With envy and rage. A Brown Colony Farthest from the blazing Sun Plagued by Dwarfism!
It was a scene to behold in the annals of history, A scene that revitalized the belief of paganism, Of gods and spirits conceived many ages
I sit in the foyer of an abode, staring Out a window that holds a visor of clarity In the care of a sky as blue as the sea,
Love Can one ever come to contemplate the idea that is love? Sure, the word is thrown around in the everyday vernacular By those who claim to “love” each other,