BlogHide Resteemsthe.poet (31)in writing • 6 years agoNever Drink Alone: Finding Loss In an Endless Loopsource He walked into the bar the same way you'd walk into your living room. But he was not a drunkard. He knew what made a drunkard; he'd read about it God-knows-where, that it was solitary…the.poet (31)in fiction • 6 years agoOf a Stream That Glitters _ A Story With as Many Meaning as You Give Itglitter In 1996 when Isaac Madsen laid eyes for the much first time on the green of the earth, his parents had just found haven in Sicily. His mother had been married to a pompous arriviste who…the.poet (31)in meditation • 6 years agoIn My Father's Roomsource In My Father's Room There's Little Room You'll find dirty boots piled in all corners. With stinking breaths, they tell tales of unusual places— stories that make hairs stand and…resteemedacidyo (80)in smt • 6 years agoSome thoughts about funding SMT'sYesterday @steemhunt announced their SMT airdrop where half of all tokens would go to voters, delegators and existing Steempower shareholders. I resteemed the post cause I thought it was an…the.poet (31)in funny • 6 years agoIn the Morning the sun Woke up Early* In the morning the sun woke up early, And in the night it rested so. My fair white haired love sat down smiling, That tall big headed hunk by her side. Mouth in mouth they sat still…the.poet (31)in poetry • 6 years agoOF WARMTH, OF TIME, OF COMFORT 20/03/2016source With our hurts we hugged, Crushing our pains inside An hour long of warmth, Which, indeed with neglect For the tangibility of time, Was an eternity of comfort; The jar with which a…the.poet (31)in poetry • 6 years agoAn Experiment On Sibilant Alliteration: My First Post on Steemitsource Soliloquizes in the solemnness of silence— Seeking to salvage his soul from stupid silly sounds. Still and stressed and ‘straught and seamed with stream of steam, Sees the sea of…resteemedfiguringoutsrn (49)in life • 6 years agoCan you code personality?There's This Girl My heart leaps abound wishing to be found in your arms. My soul slithers away, while I wither in my decay, to pass you by. My eyes leaps and rolls Wishing, figure…
