By Sarah Platt @une.faye
Where the master sits catapulting profanity and food bits at her, there is a trail of dust kissed toast, yolk bleeding splotched eggs and a thousand bits of crippled ceramic, patterning towards her. Abstract art…
This a poem about my adventures in a day spent on shopping for candies and chocolates, or as I used to call them “eats”. For me they were the only thing worth eating. So enjoy this sweet poem.
A short poem filled with simplicity that states two truths that you all must know before you grow old and die. A poem by William Butler Yeats that compares wine with love.
i’ve got an itch to scratch/you look like rain________/s w e e t \ the taste of r a I n on a \/ saturday – night W a s when it all \/ started…
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
The Moon Is Bleeding, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I put it into my volume titled Incompletion, cycle Transgression. I used the word ‘sunlight’ purportedly instead of ‘sunshine’. And, at the end of the sonnet the subject is you who, read through my poem.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
Nothingness of the Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem I wrote today morning and share here both in English and Hungarian. I couldn’t take it into any of my volumes but, I think it may give you all some release of the restrictions.
your shining eyes replaced everything that was in my heart with an image of..
I am a puzzle that only The worthy can put together Perfectly imperfect I lay As the curves of my pieces fit together To form beauty only the beholder can see
When we first met, we talked till the a.m. Funny how things are calm before the pain. We were a house on fire, (now a burning pyre), as we tried to find a way across…
“If I Were In Charge of the World” lists the changes to the world that Judith Viorst brings about if she would be controlling the world. She would approve all the things that make her happy.
This article is a brief take on one of the most popular poems of Robert Frost.
