It hurts to know that you don’t want to know me anymore. So I write and I write, but my rhymes are always ignored. Your eyes are the prison that my mind’s confined inside. The key was lost on the day my pride led… Continue Reading “PRISON LETTERS”
The foothills have all been washed white. The trees, all stripped bare to their limbs. The dead covet my every breath. Following a trail of campsites, carried by a steady rhythm, sinking down with every step. The sun sets, the summit in sight. The… Continue Reading “HEART OF THE ICE DRAGON”
Oh, sweet Lunaria, are you lonely up there in your home of white-gold? Are you well? Are you warm, wrapped in your gown, shining with sapphire effulgence? What do you hide beneath the constellation of your surreptitious smile? What do you conceal with that… Continue Reading “LUNARIA”
An ocean of experience:mysterious, interwoventhreads cannot be corroded.Emotion provides motion.Frozen once, an island melts:First a ripple, then a swell,a drop of water in the well. Written by Jungle, (c) 2022, all rights reserved
Submitted for #vss365 prompt word: plume. https://twitter.com/AndanteJungle/status/1460289605983375367?s=20 Her imagination: a magical loom weaving herself an iridescent costume with wings to fly far from her cage, her old room. Now her voice is like a bewitching perfume. She sits amongst the stars, a flower in… Continue Reading “‘PLUME’”
Submitted for #vss365 prompt word: #sleepwalk. Movement with no thought. Awake but I can sleepwalk. Forget needs and wants. Written by Jungle, (C) 2021, all rights reserved.
Submitted for #vss365 prompt word: #foreshadow. She haunts the hallways in my head. An alluring apparition, so well read, Called her a ghost but she’s not dead. We only speak when I’m in bed, sound asleep, waiting on words she never said. Pretty poltergeist… Continue Reading “‘PRETTY POLTERGEIST’”
Submitted for the #mmpoetrybattle prompt word: curls.https://twitter.com/AndanteJungle/status/1457368173066424322?s=20https://twitter.com/AndanteJungle/status/1454537621552566275?s=20 When we were kids, You called me on the telephone, and when you did, for a minute I felt less alone. Now that we’re grown, what fills my ear? All that I can hear — just a… Continue Reading “‘TELEPHONE’”
Submitted for #vss365 prompt word: treacherous. Lost my frame of reference, could pain be my preference? This path is so #treacherous, testing my endurance, but fire leads to temperance. Written by Jungle, (C) 2021, all rights reserved.
Submission for #vss365 #accident. This wasn’t an #accident. This feeling, so adamant. I am intransigent, a hopeful romanticist, the lonely protagonist, and you are the catalyst. Written by Jungle, (C) 2021, all rights reserved.