Ovid Fissure BranchAbsurd druid yells to fifth BaghdadOvid Fissure Branch1 week ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Focused cubic rush,
Shabby effigies anguish.
Powdered ArmsAccommodate your sins and hate, burn out inside your acid state. Take out your guns and fire away, you've only found your awe betrayed.Powdered Arms3 weeks ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Apply the powder to the guns, you know this substance feels so snug. Breathe in the sulfur that you break, how long before your awe's at stake?
Take in the powder on the glass, while these guns consume all of brass. I know this breed will never last, so put on your sulfur filled mask.
So break away, inside this state. Fire to the light, slowly will fade. Arms to the sun, end night and day. These powdered arms, their hands betray.
Meaning of LifeWhat is life?Meaning of Life4 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
How do we ponder this mystical fiber of existence itself?
When do we ponder?
I ponder the meaning of it underwater in the deep end of the pool, on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, let alone I contemplate life anywhere I go by just living life itself.