Tie a poem To your window, Let it fly in the spring Promising wind… Hang a handful of words Carefully picked, To let me know That you are well… Still, despite the fury Despite the fear The uncertainty, So far yet so near… Wave through the glass Just send me a smile, I’ll love…… Continue reading Tie a poem…
As I mentionned earlier, I am thinking about adding new things to The Cove in the upcoming weeks… I’m trying to sit and have sort of brainstorming sessions. But due to my current schedule, it seems like only half my brain shows up for the meeting… So I have ideas, but things are not…… Continue reading Brainstorm session, you’re welcome!
As a guest barista, it is always a pleasure to invite you to Go Dog Go Café! Every Monday, the Café is open for your latest poetry or short fiction, and they choose their favorite piece among all the links left in the comment box. Who knows, your story could get hung on their wall…… Continue reading Stop by Go Dog Go Café!
As a guest barista, it is always a pleasure to invite you to Go Dog Go Café! Every Monday, the Café is open for your latest poetry or short fiction, and they choose their favorite piece among all the links left in the comment box. Who knows, your story could get hung on their wall…… Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday @ Go Dog Go Café
via Daily Prompt: Opaque Feelings alike, dreams shared, thoughts in synch hearts beating as one… Fingers close enough to feel the other’s warmth. Lips barely a breath away… An almost love story. If it wasn’t of this opaque veil of silence. Words unsaid, love undone… Two cursed solitudes wandering together. …… Continue reading Opaque
I don’t need… Love. I don’t seek… Love. I don’t bother with… Love. I don’t deserve… Love.
So many times, taken whole and soon left empty on the sidewalk, the perpetual victim of a heartless hit and run The wrecked leftover of their wicked love story fragile body broken to pieces, though still waiting for the one Why? Why oh why didn’t you warn me, mommy? That they’d tear…… Continue reading Buses and trains…
Si j’avais les ailes d’un ange, j’oublierais l’air de la chanson et je décollerais sans façon, vers ce lieu des plus étranges. J’y ferais sans attendre mon nid, comme l’ont toujours fait les cigognes, et je nicherais, sans la moindre vergogne, perchée à cette cheminée à longueur de nuit. Je lisserais mes plumes, et…… Continue reading Micro-poésie du vendredi…
A bad twist of the wrist, One of fate’s many failures, In some God’s cruel games and tortures Sweet wonders will never suffice… To heal the heart that knows better.
Under the full moon’s raw light I caught myself wishing you were a lycanthrope tearing my throat open with your long fangs letting me feed you my last breath…
