Aug 16
as the crickets creek
in the stillness before the rising sun,
i wiggle my toes,
numb from sitting for hours
in the company of solitary souls,
united by the desire to defile virgin paper
with the ink of their essence.
in this elusive gathering,
we ponder the mysteries of life
laced with phantasmagoria,
scarred psyches, and worn hearts
seeking
to commune,
to connect, to heal,
to grow
the seeds we plant in rough soil
trodden on by the aimless.
“the intersection” by dubbleaa
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After reading the poem, I was looking forward to you saying “laced with phantasmagoria/ scarred psyches, and worn...
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mewiththenight said:
It’s pretty awesome we were recording our poems at nearly the same time. props. :)
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