of course, it’s not easy If it were easy everybody would’ve done it But this… this required courage above all. It required guts. It required an overdose of nonconforming And today was the day that proved he was just the right man for it Often the right man is the insane man, the soul who… Leer más have you gone completely mad? by Bogdan Dragos
by Manuela Timofte My steps have taken me through many places, but I always prefer and look for a library or a corner where I enjoy reading a book. In other words, I cannot live without books. Thomas Jefferson Reasons of reading Today, there is the possibility to read a book on different devices. Anyway,… Leer más Beautiful book
by Rana What if I had love, what a beautiful world it would be Evolving in the glory of love, I could have found me I would have kissed you dearly, only if you agree Indulge in me, hug me, kiss me & set my soul free Ratiocinate love by wits of desires to what… Leer más If I had you
“Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a… Leer más “Alone” ~ by Poe (video reading) By Michele Lee
Every day is a stranger’s best guess who’ll show up to fill my skin not even I know what shape my mind will take or what chaotic beauty will emerge from which butterfly’s wing flap but I know she will be beautiful she always is broken or ballsy tired gloom or bursting rainbows contemplative or… Leer más Showing Up by Sarah Reichert
every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who’s not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had… Leer más and she’d hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it by Bogdan Dragos
Don’t, don’t want silence Don’t know,why you are sad Don’t be this far away, come to my hug Don’t keep everything in mind Don’t be such a stranger Tell me, where to find my friend Unknown touch, goosebumps In an instant, melt into eachother Want your minds address, need a hug How much this mind… Leer más Desperate mind… #poetry By Jane Aguiar
by DidiArtist We are the shadow A hidden reality A world of shadows Reflection Of a mystical being… DidiArtist, 03.11.2019 Photo: DidiArtist https://didisvgp.wordpress.com
By Olga Nuñez Miret (blog) Hi, all: I bring you a book that needs no introduction. Not a book I’ll ever forget. Thanks to Rosie and her team for the support. The Thin Blue-Yellow Line. Between Love and Hate by Anton Eire (trans.) Simon Geoghegan A diary chronicling the hopes, pain and fears of ordinary… Leer más Reviews: THE THIN BLUE-YELLOW LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE: A WAR DIARY FROM UKRAINE by Anton Eine
by Tea Solon vigor left your eyes feisty nimbus clouds hover over your head your shattered heart can be seen through your crooked smiles ice cold plastered your being as you dug your spirit out of the eternal grave of brokenhearts drag what remains of your annihilated soul like a zombie trying to go home… Leer más Indestructible hope
«Look,» she said, «I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things… Leer más the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos
by Manuela Timofte «he touches me through lavender silk bumble bees gather tiny dots of yellow spirited hands touching warm, yielding flesh a vivid sun puts on an eye patch, an attempt at veiling us, as our desire heightens, pine and sage, breathing and smelling my darling, there is a spot you have not yet… Leer más Joni Caggiano – Interview
Upon visiting China in 2008 Bone to bone with natives, I capture a sight once forbidden by the kingdom – the Emperor’s Throne. Guarded by Fu Lions, heated by deep cauldrons brewing the spoils of valiant conquests, this gilded dragon swallows me. He carries me breathless along the serpentine spine of the Great… Leer más The Emperor’s Dragon By Barbara Leonhard
by Gina Maria Manchego There’s a gale that blows in strong from the north. It cries out that “loving takes its course.” Many think they can steer a steadfast helm. Be confident of clear skylines and calm waters. We aren’t quick or keen enough to batten down the hatches before capsizing expectations. Shipwrecked devotion. Without… Leer más Shipwrecked
(Blog John Coyote) I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and she asked. Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend. I heard in her voice. She was hanging on a thread. She wanted everything and wanting nothing in the same minute. Once a… Leer más Cocoa beach… by J. Castenellas
Despite shame-inducing exploitation,the greatest abusewas the absolute absenceof love, concern, or validationof the girl’s existence.This was a dismal abyssof complete nothingness.Extreme compulsions and obsessionswere the girl’sunconscious attemptsto relieve the horrifying conditionof a nonexistent self. Copyright ©BBYCGN – All Rights Reserved
by Simona Prilogan Let us play chess, Blue often says While gathering the clouds on skies, One for each thought, the pawn, the knight Are finding ways through rules of life. Let us find moves for sake of love Despite of thunderstorm’s array. Let us draw strength from early dawns With golden, glorious, true hues,… Leer más Let us play chess
she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn’t feel too welcome into her kingdom «Aren’t you excited?» she asked «Oh, I am if you are,» he… Leer más the queen’s blessing by Bogdan Dragos
by Rae Cod It had been a slow day. Rita arranged the stickers and badges on the display table for the hundredth time and scanned the street for signs of life. She’d been working this patch for a month. It was promising at first, but foot traffic seemed to by dying off. She’d speak to… Leer más Slow and steady
by Dawn Pisturino This land is in my blood And my blood is in this land. I will pick up arms and fight for it. I will fight for what is mine. My blood, sweat, and tears Fertilized this soil. The crops grow strong and rich With life-giving nectar. They nourish my family And sustain… Leer más This Land is in My Blood
Gobblers & Masticadores 