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The Tenth Doctor and River Song, from the novelisation of Doctor Who - The Day of the Doctor, by Steven Moffatt

1 7
2020-12-07

You thought you had roots
but there were just
naked hands on sand
You thought you lived once
at wind blowing through hair
I thought you understood
'cause I was there lying on sand
holding your hands
with hope
fighting against the wind
so you could stay

15 25
2020-04-05

she sidesteps down
the alleyway
dodging the freaks
& criminals,
their derelict fingers
just out of reach,
jumps the fire
escape ladder
to the rooftop
starlight raptured,
her dream swells
w/ the night sky,
moongirl's paragon

Artist: ilkgül çaylak
1671

0 1
2020-04-03

I got high hopes so
feeling your soul's blackest hue
I can't cry
Can you feel me?
Be my thought
the one
that lights🕯️ the night
so you
can find
me
again

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36 44
2020-03-28

Nature
the of creation
vibrant life flowing
and creating new
but slow inevitable crumble of age
cells by error and time
finally death but with new birth
Nature

5 31
2019-09-21

Hiding your madness
After hours is folly
Play your joker
Win the game
Make crazy
Your ultimate fashion item
Free your inner femme fatale...



23 85
2019-07-25

I've had hankering
For scapegrace with improbity
I knew I was in danger
But coming storm
Couldn't hide my need
Wolf Moon was rising
In my dark night of heart


12 20
2019-02-02

I can't believe
I am dreaming of a dream
My life a tragedy?
Comedy?
I rather belive I am
Born to be a romantic

26 57
2019-01-23

Movement;
a stirring of the pond.
You stand unaware;
I'm locked into place.
palms feel clammy,
heartbeats race on,
cold winds blow still,
yet it is feverish here.
You see;
wheels turn faster,
the light grows,
rushed desire,
until it's a drug.
Gone;
only ash remains.

1 5
2018-12-17

Once a queen of swords
With scarlet want
Sculpting poems out of thin air
Now solitary ace
With broken dreams
What is the point of false hopes
Rebuilding heart from Ashes
Again and again

25 45
2018-12-16

fog moves
shadows play
darkness is close
moonlight shows her face
she waits for the one to arrive
death may come too soon
the knife is close
death awaits
it is done

Art by Rebecca Larst

0 5
2018-12-15

in the castle of shadows
where dwells
the queen of swords
and the king of shades
there is an unwritten magic
for it is here in their domain
that banshees receive their names



by Rebecca Larst

32 69
2018-12-14

She stands on a hill looking down at the world
She was once a part of that world, but not now

Metal lace wrapped around her neck from then
Mother's love encapsulated within the garnet

She stands smiling sweetly to herself
Slowly licking the blood from her lips

0 2
2018-10-04

Reuniting
And making peace
With my past
Lift me up so much
I can at last see it was
All for the best...



24 47
2018-09-11

Understanding
The Unimaginable
Shapes poets
By unravelling
The magic ribbon
Of universe
They become
Warriors of philosophy..




26 61
2018-07-26

Nothing to fear
The ghosts I called are here
They come at midnight
Over the graveyard wall
Never speaking at all
They are made of shadows



Art | Christian Weiss

49 104
2018-06-29

They say when a mermaid cries
Wildflowers will bloom
On distant moons

Diamond tears will fall
From her eyes

And the ocean will sparkle
With a gown of dusklight stars

Forever dancing
Under the night sky



Art | Alexandra V Bach

73 139
2018-06-20



The spirit of the river claimed her as his own
She felt her blood run down, mixing mire
Heard the cries of scavengers circling
By the giving of her soul, she knew
Dark was her forever and in the mud, her name

Art by Michael MacRae

21 42
2018-05-01

You extravasated the dark
pooling in my being,
waves of ink twisting
away into spring air,
speckling the atmosphere
in all its sadness until
infusing the clouds
to mark nature
w/ delightful kisses
in verity's clarity.
1379/1381

11 33
2018-04-25