BlogHide Resteemswarpedpoetic (66)in wallet • last yearWalletI can't access my wallet.warpedpoetic (66)in hive-152587 • last yearEducation remains the keywhen a country builds a system where education is no longer considered to be important, when books are seen as entertainment or frivolities and the deep meanings of philosophers are discarded for…warpedpoetic (66)in poetry • last yearListening to musicWe will not be the same again; your hand is frozen into mine & we can almost hear the starlight tinkle & the moonbeam thump, frost falling off its shaved eyebrows. The hall…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-170181 • last yearTime will swallow you wholeit is weird, the things we wait for to happen to us while life is happening. We sit by the window, shivering, biting our nails. We watch the sun set and birds fly back to their nests and still…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoFossilLet me unhinge you from peace, peel you skin by skin from rest. Do not read the poem on my tongue; bloodstained carrion dragged from the burnt earth. Let me drag your feet through the fossil…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoGood nightI struggle with solitude a lot. What I mean is, though I enjoy my space, I don't want to be alone. I believe I don't want to interact with people but I want their voices, their warmth around me. Is…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoMouth full of aubadesThis dance is too long. We have caught the stream on our feet & are shackled with stream vines. We can dance no more. The trees drag the clouds into our morning & the sky weeps for all that…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoNothing as common as regret: a monologueIt never occured to me that you loved me & now that the sun has set, I sit alone under the tree where we used to laugh & love the world. I'm alone, it is not hard to see & I miss you plenty.…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoThe Viewing ChairThe soldier sat watching the pigeons flocking around him. They had finished the bread crumbs he had scattered on the ground and were obviously expecting more. Pixabay How can you have no…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-167622 • 3 years agoWhat is showing on the television tonight?The problem of television is in its inability to tell stories without darkness. A book will speak of light as if it has touched its skin, felt the small tremors of liver failure inside its…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoVoicesThank the poetry who voices. to do more tag today, follow bacterial redemption, question the 100 years before. it drew the land it feels. empty, a sky full of flowers join your brink, a…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-111825 • 3 years agoLet's begin at the endIn the cramped space, we tried to stretch our hands but found no contact. We breathed the crop of our misery; the foul stench of helpless tears, the sour taste of fear filled sweat. There was no one…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-160196 • 3 years agoArt!!!DNA analysis show clay in my body & it stretches sometimes it shadows other bodies orbiting them/it a fall of oranges; rotten teeth yellow with sweet sour taste sometimes it orbits the…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-172186 • 3 years agoThe Dying Body Chronicles 30: friendshipthis hand hold yours for a little/the walls seem further now/you are friend yes/yes George/we friends/your face fills with tree barks/you should see tired/look at yourself/where did we sit the…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-109286 • 3 years agoWhite spaces: an experiment in silenceExperiment 1 I recently discovered an anthology of African American poets Russel Atkins, Amiri Baraka et al and for the first time, though I have previously used white space in my writing, I am…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-143575 • 3 years agoThe naming of the shrewNow that our parents put their prayers on our necks like grinding stone, what are we to do? Don't you see how they name us; wealth, praise, promise, god hears. How do we become amen? Because…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-150232 • 3 years agoThe Dying Body Chronicles 29: In the year of MelancholiaSo, there was rain, there was hail, then the sun came and there was us, playing outside. Carefree, the ball flew with the wind, our feet ran with the ball, our teeth flashed in the gaiety of the…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-150232 • 3 years agoThe Dying Body Chronicles 28: The graveside monologueSoon death soon the river's endless thirst Bring waters of tongue the dialogue at the grave It can be rainfall or sweat spatter the undertaker's animated brow Give space so the empty identity…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-120412 • 3 years agoThrough the eye of a needle& more is there in the gunshot for silence The people pray short & shave the monochromatic grass a dark path There are two seated bodies but nothing is there— the sculptor is shelved from…warpedpoetic (66)in hive-185836 • 3 years agoThe Genesis TheoryAfter the genocide, after the noise had stopped, the machines began rebuilding the earth. It was not a difficult task to plant the trees, to irrigate the soil and grow the seeds that cleansed the…
