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__________________________________________________ Poetry by Kristine Hope 2-17-20 00:20 #rwwc __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Heart, defection of my soul— has a bestial kind of Hate, a gurgling mess of shame It has often ...

words: collision, nurse, amuse, marginal how could anyone predict the life cycle of a star? before the telescopes, the science before we knew that we were not universes; not a single orbit, but a speck of dust amongst billions of specks. this collision of atoms led to us meeting, just a couple of...

#rwwc Words: daughter, clever, ghoulish, bloodstain Diversity, The daughter of familiarity. Born from the ashes and embers Of ruined empires. Left in darkness Pushed aside Unknown The ones alone Will rise Fire consuming Exclusivity Rejection burned By the world's pariahs The clever i...

#rwwc `• my words: •` `• disciple, mysterious, starfish, chief •` . . - he walked along the pier, the sun long having said its goodbyes, and the moon already half way done with its time. . now this young boy, he found it quite strange-no that's not right. ...

#rwwc photograph doesn’t belong to me. words: beekeeper, herald, colo(u)rs, easy. . . . saturday afternoon blisters through curtains; it is too easy to crumple under the weight of the sun. the herald of summer is here, the honeycomb and i know it makes you...

────────────────────────── ────────────── Do you when we were beautiful? Before you turned to thunder and I to shadow and all the damage was done. Now we are just... lost beasts. Yet I still dart to and from the dark like I have something to lose, and you just go on as...

Words: Actress Wrong Hangman Apparent ———— One: I fail to find myself outright, blatantly in the wrong on days like today. The kind where sweat evaporates after gracing desert skin, moisturizing electrolytes. She was an actress, diva. Hated when life told her no, or when life told...

• ━━────────•─✾─•────────━━ • I've compartmentalized these feelings of nostalgic reminiscence and unfulfilled wishful thinking buried into the seams of a local drimys...

We have all heard the the tale of Medusa. She's been in the stories of the orthodox Greeks. Her name rings on the Bulletin. beware the eyes... The name and fame come to us, so tangible like cloth. Beware the eyes... A beautiful woman having snakes for hair is most shocking until you see... The w...

No warnings Needed Hush! Quiet look around, See a old ghost bound. A man who's lived forever, Who's love reaches never. A Man, who's seen Eternity. 'Come near I'll spin you a tale, Please promise not to bail.' The old ghost's voice was sweet, L...

So my words are as you see in the picture. I will mark the given words with this Monster: Through the seas I sail, on this sunken ship, To the lands that I recall, but I can hear it drip. These chains that I wear, they wet like never, For in the face of the storm, she p...

I fly across the sky in my airship soaring between the clouds the captain of the high blue when I see an oncoming ship not a friendly little sailboat but a large war ship wanting to burn my to ground I call to my crew man the cannons! My first mate asks if I want to go below into the hatch ...