Deprivation by MYRYN VILLAFLOR [they slither, and they hisslike talking serpents , as they passthrough those discarded streets]his head's a sanctuary of sounds,where he would hear his father sing...
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Lady Annabelle by TOKONI O. UTI She has a will, she has a choice. Now too loud to hear the noise. All those who never wanted to be. And all the voices that we see. Today she drowns in...
Passenger Seat by MYRYN VILLAFLOR There's a rush between the many folds of my flesh; like a fast, upbeat love song in an afternoon ride. -Never ending- a lithe man inside, clad in...
I Know Some Lonely House by MYRYN VILLAFLOR Over the rigid and dreary mountains, down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks of stalwart weeds, and murmuring leaves of pallid colors piled on...
Trials of Light by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Sometimes I sleep at night empty of myself, inebriated by dreams that deceive me. Bathing beauty that speaks only of my weakness, besetting sin only I...
Love And Other Rhythms by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON I have loved thee centuries before thy birth, ages waned from melodies of love-sick songs. I loved thee not because I loved thee solely for the...