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you never say my name
a lonely stocking
falls in lassitude
Sundays leak monotony and coolness
of winds
the perfection of the afternoon's poplars
dreams are blue
this spring will come
without you

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2022-04-01

Weighing in over 400 pounds, Fat Tony, underboss of the Rigatoni crime family, was a feared yet unconventional gangster who worked a protection racket on the lower East Side. If you couldn’t pay up, he would accept installments in trays of lasagna and logs of prosciutto.

4 16
2022-03-31

racket of ruminations
ricocheting
w i t h i n
she
tries to steady
the cataclysmic ammunition
but it screams~
you
aren't
f o r g i v e n
tenderly,
she
engenders redemption
igniting
serenity and light
unremittingly
awakening
her empathic soul
t h e r e i n


Petruk

61 155
2022-03-30

my nirvana is not blissful
mine is a place
wild and uncanny
written about in primeval tales
where the maiden’s beauty
is the flip side
of the maiden’s monster





🎨Vanette Kosman

6 23
2022-03-28

As a tender summer sun rose over the mountains, a chip of ice melted off a cliff & rolled along the slope, gathering snow & wild arctic raspberries along the way. At the bottom of the slope, Archie, the polar bear, waited. For the first of this season's ice cream.

2 22
2022-03-28


Storymy own. Art created using A.I. Wombo Dream

0 3
2022-03-27

She grows her dreams in fields of That way, she isn't surprised if they don't come true, and she isn't surprised if they do.

12 38
2022-03-27

A of brimstone
A touch of fire
Stir in some blood
Passion's dark desire
Let it cool
Set very well
Then drink it down
Baby, you're going to Hell!

8 41
2022-03-18

These days, her once favorite easy chair is not in the best of conditions, but she still loves sitting on it, letting its gentle rocking take her back & forth between past and present, allowing her to examine how beautiful memories came to be laden with dust.

1 15
2022-03-12

Free yourself from your own grip

Holding grudges is like holding hot coal, unless you are actually learning something from it, you are actually clutching on to a self destruct emotion.

1 5
2022-03-11

The butterfly's wings tapped against his palms until spent. He lay her on the slide under glass and peered at her veiny hues through the microscope.
Close revealed a human face, the swell of tears. He should free her, but then his friends would never know...

12 92
2022-03-11

experience
has taught me well
expert
in the art of loss
in wish-filled dreams
in star strung fantasies
hung like hope
'long an ebon empyrean
only to fall
only to die
in fiery conflagration
as they rage
and burn
'cross the evening sky


14 65
2022-03-10

Eschatological marl
glazed in expertise
Winds of war
and fire breath
emblazon broken teeth
Whim belabors wishes
and loft becomes
a need
Books are made
of pages,
thoughts
are just a seed

17 70
2022-03-10

I know you are here
but are you really all there?
Existential thoughts







🖼 Words © Alan Vincent Michaels
“Are you really all there?” AI art by WOMBO Dream app

1 22
2022-03-09

My fav poet is Rimbaud with his "A thousand Dreams within me softly burn" & "I shed more tears than God could ever have required"

Once I wrote: "I've never outside of your obsession with me; an obsession that arts your love with lust & ochre”


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2022-03-08

ur trying
our song
on all playlists
ur sending
utell truths under-lying
love dying
me mending
I stayed
2 2regret
made future-kiss-memories
by remembering
2forget the past
ur trying
I protect my peace
cease2care
that woman crying
exists somewhere
&won’t be ur last

7 37
2022-03-08

The world seemed to be scarred by her errors. It could be the wrong cup of tea or nail polish chipping at the edges. She never knows what will trigger her man, but something certainly will, turning him into a gigantic roar of flames, ready to scorch her.#vss365

1 6
2022-03-08

‘Now breathing exercises,’ the yoga teacher said. ‘Breathe in,
‘Don’t you mean exhale?’ The student breathed out and his ear fell off.
‘Graveyard yoga is more gentle than Hatha. Some of you have been sleeping for centuries and we don’t want you to get injured.’

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2022-03-06

Heart Extrudes Love






📷 “When Love Leaves” AI art by WOMBO Dream app

3 14
2022-03-02



Spinning inside forgotten electrons,
Extruded away from sound~
Windswept scatters
Of us
Are dancing,
With the words of time..
Unbound,



📷By MagicTography

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2022-03-02