hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
hazy shades of gray
lazily blurring the lines
I exist, but not
my blood rushes to color
the margins clutching my soul
***
A storm is brewing. We may lose power. I’m tired. I’m cold. I’m also grey.
Meh. Have a tanka. It’s all I got.
Aooga, Aooga - here there be prompts, so dive right in
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for
Hotwife and Cuckold stories without (much) humiliation
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Apophenia and creativity in poetry
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Poems and stuff from a mostly carbon dude.
Poetry Writing Month and Beyond
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