Crowley : Writing

Sculpting Infinity

Sculpting Infinity

A Poem by Crowley


Expressing something that means something, requires a hammer, more so than a pen or a talent for kinesthetic storytelling. Chipping with murderous aba..
Instead of....

Instead of....

A Poem by Crowley


Taking the time to realize what I do havedoesn't come naturally, it's not instinctual.Eating a day in sugar packet increments,the calories are empty, ..
Through Your Eyes

Through Your Eyes

A Poem by Crowley


I am mesmerized by the way you described that tree,the one in your yard,the one with the triumphant soul,the graceful persona.Full of experience that ..
Sugar Baby

Sugar Baby

A Poem by Crowley


“Come on, try me.”She looked up from her phone, rolled her never ending eyes, and sighed a metric ton.“Only mouths are we. Who sings..
She Wrote the World

She Wrote the World

A Poem by Crowley


I liked to play tea partyAs soon as the laughter fadedThe other boys diminished to mere pinpointsThat’s when she wrote the dayEight years, three..
Can I See Your Room?

Can I See Your Room?

A Poem by Crowley


I awoke this morning to see that my globe was the size of a marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would be. The definit..
Free

Free

A Poem by Crowley


Just thoughts...not autobiographical
Holbox Cuatro

Holbox Cuatro

A Poem by Crowley


Part 4 in musings from ny vacation.
First Ring

First Ring

A Poem by Crowley


I was hasty to have shared my feelings for youThe return on investment has been dismalBut, paying for emotional content on line can be riskyIf I fille..
Vacation

Vacation

A Poem by Crowley


These f*****g touristsI love them with all my heartI hate them like a drunken uncleFingering with cash...more pleasePretending to want to know meWhen ..

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