July 2013
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The Soulmate vicinity
http://ribbonblack.deviantart.com/art/Soulmates-200110046 The Soulmate vicinity I don’t want us to be something known, something captured and clipped to remind the blindfolded beauty of rustic landscapes of bedrooms and hotel door numerology; let us instead be the quota of French-kissed clouds, the inhaling and exhaling of breaths, mingled, a vacuumed scream sung like a hymn to… Continue reading
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Around my World in a Tea Daze #1
http://www.mrwallpaper.com/Orange-Tea-wallpaper/ First things first, I would like you to go and make yourself a cup of tea. Tea, on this heat? Are you insane? Yes you could say my love for tea is quite crazy. Anyways, the purpose of this post is for me to share the wonderfull pages that daily enrich my expirience here… Continue reading
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While you
http://suzi9mm.deviantart.com/art/free-33750464 While you While you were growing me, the thick and idle water was a good enough cement, the dead branch discipline a cheap artist that does not question but lives the strokes, my skin still a soft fabric sewn into a gospel for your way. While you were raising me, more and more springs… Continue reading
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Four of Diamonds
http://felissauria.deviantart.com/art/Red-Balloon-25203676 Four of Diamonds Young soul: Travel you may to the Sun’s brothel at the east, Feast on the light, Sway in the ecstasies of warmth Until your very own bones crack from Illumination. Visit you may the inns at the west, And as you rest your weary head You can smile as the hemlock… Continue reading
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My first Guest Blogging
I love the idea of Guest-blogging. Lately, I have been having some thoughts about writing, as well as observing people around me write and strive. We all share a great deal of ourselves with each other, including the often struggle of finding a point to our writing, finding and practicing a way to improve it.… Continue reading
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The Season of Where
http://thefoxandtheraven.deviantart.com/art/In-The-Distance-270001002 *English translation included Sezona Gde U jutro belo u plashtu od plisha, staklenom zimskom huku koliko ti je vazno biti topao i gorish li u podsecanju ili nadi? Tegla meda ne kvari se kada atom kratkotrajne prozdrljivosti uroni prste u masu. Cilibar se ne topi niti spava pod voskom dogorele emocije, vec vibrira zatocheni… Continue reading
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Cyanide and Cherries – Dark Night of the Soul
Cyanide and Cherries – Dark Night of the Soul. I would like to present to you one of the first steps of a project me and H. Ken Abell were and will keep working on in the future. He turned my poem into magic, I can tell you that as a writer I always read… Continue reading
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~ W.D. ~ Excerpt
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/male%20angel *An excrept from a book I am writting. Hope you enjoy reading. All feedback is deeply appriciated. He was sitting on a roof of a skyscraper. The feeding luminosity of the Sun was in full bloom, stinging the eyes of people rushing through their lives, burning their skin and making their minds cry out… Continue reading
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To the secret
I wrote this for a prompt. I have been thinking about this very much and I have struggled to come to a conclusion: who is my poetry idol? The truth is, I don’t have any. I adore poets, many of them, that often come from different eras and have different styles. I respect them, admire… Continue reading
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I Resemble the Willow
http://www.zedge.net/wallpaper/9101736/ I Resemble the Willow I’ve got a cricket lost in my bloodstream; he makes fragility crack as he leads the rock to the stained glass window; my finger pricks on the spindle I drip down very bad jazz. Slice through the illusion of my beauty with a fork and a knife. The elegance of… Continue reading
About Me
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes



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