A Thousand Requiems Buried on the Northern Prairie
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A collection of poems inspired by the cover of darkness, in those fleeting moments between dreaming and waking when the world is magical.
when they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
I am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit, Olan L. Smith; c. 2012. The number 14 symbolizes the number lines us...
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
master, ive come. body soul and mind. my one lines a/n so I've had these here since March and I've decided post. Thanks to all that encouraged me. @MysteryDance @Moonvibe @therideoflife @Flybum to name a few
The largest collection of two and one sentence horror stories on watt pad. Cover by @wordgirlalways
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas a...
I write, I throw it away. This is just cheesy shit for my ego to bust out occasionally. Please stop reading this, I've only left it up in honor of my younger, more naive soul.
This is a miscellany. A bag of sparks and mischief, and, spilled out of it, goats eating clotheslines. There are no similar stories. :)))
There is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems. They are suffocating, odd, haunting. Some works have been taken d...
poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one. ❝i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin; i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.2 #10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15 © wraiths™ 2015
i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to...
Journey Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
This collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surprising configurations. He manipulates words to do his will, taming the...
~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth universal or personal? Relative, or absolute? What becomes clear to me over...