Grail
Jape's Jokes
Bricked
Threads of fate dance on intricacies of Embroidered patterns cutting Into time Painting lines of past into Tomorrows stitched on Souls of treeless Ste
Threads of fate dance on intricacies of Embroidered patterns cutting Into time Painting lines of past into Tomorrows stitched on Souls of treeless Steppes And black sands at the foot of forestes mountains #smallpoems
Singer and the Prince seek recompense in nonsense of Sattelite thresholds and untruths retold. A discernible distance in noise sung on pistons and pla
Singer and the Prince seek recompense in nonsense of Sattelite thresholds and untruths retold. A discernible distance in noise sung on pistons and plastic Institutions who rise with no foundation but Street lies in heated skies. #smallpoems
Parhelion Agendas wrapped in Chem trails shade Knowledge chasing Analogous moon dogs Nipping at Fenrir's Inner dreams cast a top broken Moons singing
Parhelion Agendas wrapped in Chem trails shade Knowledge chasing Analogous moon dogs Nipping at Fenrir's Inner dreams cast a top broken Moons singing to Cirrus Attidues and alltitude Lost when dogs catch chariots Silence in fallen suns #smallpoems
I watched, bent over my plate Vinyl diner stool cracked beneath me An uninvited glance as Cream tilted over cup coalseced in the mug Spoon stirring, k
I watched, bent over my plate Vinyl diner stool cracked beneath me An uninvited glance as Cream tilted over cup coalseced in the mug Spoon stirring, keeping time dazzled by the irony of cool cream keeping coffee warm #smallpoems
Music is an ocean Vast emptiness carrying crescendos to shore as life drips in sounds of destiny I taste each note the bitter salt cutting the soul an
Music is an ocean Vast emptiness carrying crescendos to shore as life drips in sounds of destiny I taste each note the bitter salt cutting the soul and sand keeps time slipping through the toes #smallpoems https://t.co/QWaxvG6qhi
The mind is an unspoken thunderstorm, a glorified trophy Of time clapping appluase Desperate songbirds, whistles lost In winds of cursed poetry #small
The mind is an unspoken thunderstorm, a glorified trophy Of time clapping appluase Desperate songbirds, whistles lost In winds of cursed poetry #smallpoems
Spark our blessed match tossed into kindling, unlit burns bright in no heart but sits, sits waiting. A voice calling, unanswered someone must pick up
Spark our blessed match tossed into kindling, unlit burns bright in no heart but sits, sits waiting. A voice calling, unanswered someone must pick up a torch if a blessed match shall sing #smallpoems
roads of selfish desire senses propelled which perceived Wisdom is perpetual Wheels perpetual is wisdom perceived, which propelled senses desire. Self
roads of selfish desire senses propelled which perceived Wisdom is perpetual Wheels perpetual is wisdom perceived, which propelled senses desire. Selfish of roads #smallpoems