Tags WEIRD
Just One Day Of Eternal Sleep !A Poem by GiaA gathering of lines with something from my heart. |
Van Gag vs ObjectivityA Book by FictariVan Gag is a very special man,who may not even be a man!He works for some very powerful people,who people like Lewis Caroll would make fast friends wi.. |
Skeletal Skeletons Or The Randomness of The Skelet..A Poem by T. Smeltzjust flowing conscious thought |
Fine Tuning in the MorningA Poem by T. SmeltzI have no idea. |
To The SocietyA Poem by Hidden HappinessSometimes no matter how normal you are to yourself, the society thinks otherwise. |
Malarone MindA Poem by T. SmeltzConstricting capillary music falls from the waves to the bed. Lifting mosquito trees and forests for sleep in the time switching worlds. Climb from ca.. |
Buried ScenesA Poem by T. Smeltzno clue |
TIme ResidueA Poem by T. SmeltzFlowers spreading through deep waters of love covered in a melting clock's residue. Sipping tea of life through grates of carrot leaves. He reaches hi.. |
English SambaA Poem by T. Smeltzflowing thoughts |
By HatA Poem by T. SmeltzCarry me by hat through the night; under the rocket exhaust stars that shine through the years to the earth. Speak with one tongue, one accent to make.. |
Egyptian ChairsA Poem by T. Smeltzimagery |
Prometheus (unfamiliar past)A Poem by T. SmeltzUnfamiliar past. New beginnings of untainted soil. Alien destructions don't last. The human spirit in the sky. Our soul. The past mystery glooms our l.. |
SporksA Poem by December BlaizeThe meaning of life... nothing makes sense. |
You're never safe.A Poem by KenzNot sure what dark corner of my mind this came from. It's.... different than what I normally write. |
Aquarius Nefarious and the Maniacal MagicianA Story by FictariA stage play about two supervillain best friends who meet for dinner and discuss romance. |
Clowning around in the bathtub or 21st Century Mis..A Chapter by FictariIn which Annie takes a bath,a clown may be fictional or real,and Van Gag plays a trick on the members of a 21st Century revolutionary group. |
WalkingA Poem by Broken ChildWe're constantly walking - through pathways, friendships, heartbreak, emotions... Just walking. |