Stories from new members

Pomo Basket at Fifth & Seventh

The world’s smallest basket lies tucked away
Inside a jar for field-trip wide open
Eyes of wonder to chew on, settled in
The drooling smiles of truant minds like most

A Cluster of Birds Above Downtown

Every collected speck swayed wind
In sharp cut precision, together
In swift motion of east west & south, sound.
Driven as if invisible hands were swatting

Forgotten.

Got a tad carried away when describing how powerful adjectives were, this is the result.

Bathe

How ephemeral you are
You who slick my supple skin
In rapturous bursts of cleansing birth
And lavishly spread it, then with smiling claws

The real hero

This is the first chapter of my story. I will write a new one very so often. I need people to tell me what they think.

man's

There are flaws in our society and gender is one of them. Without the gender-based stereotypes people are raised with, this world would benefit and so would I.

Set fire to your tears.

A little attempt.

One wish.

Is is the eighth chapter in a book I've just started. Please be honest and tell me what you think, I'd really like to improve my writing skills. Thank you for reading :-)

  Ambrosia

Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Endulgant and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh

Amur

A married couple talk to one another over the text while their relationship stutters. Nearby at Sandown, the animals have escaped from the zoo.

Love in Action

A couple's relationship is told in flashback while they attend a Russian themed fancy dress party.

  You asked for it

Lets start at the top,
with words.

A sweet kiss,
soft and slow,
Sensual.
Eyes closed ,
Mouths touching
Gentle, imperceptible
lustrous movement.
Rhythmic caress,
stars grazing against

The Molino de Aldebaran

The Molino de Aldebaran is a great place to enjoy and rest.

Bogota's City

The light of the sun is the weapon of the hope and the peace

the tequendama

THE TEQUENDAMA

A view from the window (In my vacation’s trip)

a short history about vacation's trip

open window

From my window I saw a little town that time left in past
Lost in the mountains of Boyacá is a beautiful town in Colombia.

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  Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat

The People's Language

This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!