*
& shush now the rocking driftwood,
invention of wanting collides with that of could,
ever so doomed to witness -
yet, never experience such blessed,
What gives the earth incentive to survive worsening mess?
Shall will at least pretend to hold slivered hope as -
absent womb?
tiny giggles...
head to chest riggles -
salt to fire an ever laiding wound abloomed;
see -
I too, have such desires that are far stretched,
I am human...
after all;
fair to envy those whom slander & elude life's dirty draw,
ever to handle the shorter straw.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...