Quantcast
Channel: Feistgeist » Poetry
Browsing latest articles
Browse All 8 View Live

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Riding In the Backseat of Fast Cars

We lost our virginity to boys that we loved. We lost our innocence and got back - faith - with wet lipstick! Hands pressed tightly together in prayer, we are muses!

View Article



Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Tires around the water, silent

My perfect places to write or space out were always in school, always in the classroom, if not my bedroom. It gave me peace to ignore teachers and come back to them later once I felt like it. It was an...

View Article

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Catastrophe

In sleep I smelled the sceneries of a thousand summers in your hair, and floated on the gentle breeze of your breath like a gentle storm All our secrets were told in the pressing of our lips together,...

View Article

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Shoot a Magazine

I’m reading magazines in an attempt to get away. I’m reading magazines and telling myself I could be as beautiful. As rich or magnificent. Get lost in the moment without a map. To feel pain in public....

View Article

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Try a little tenderness

No one tells you that you can cry in public and still command them. No one tells you you will never be ugly because you're designed to be beautiful - that while men have to spend thousands on protein...

View Article


Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

God’s Magical Bus

When you die, someone will come for you. Before that can happen, a regular person from this same time and universe has to tell you first, what to expect; the realities of what happens within this...

View Article

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Losslessness

Tide, sea foam cometh to claim My hair, my eyelids Head bobbing just above water, Lips, consume your final breath; Tree-trunk calves submit To the inevitable rush, the droning Of a current, the lion’s...

View Article

Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.

Home Changes

Home changes every time I turn my back Shopping malls encrust along my spine, Crushing my heart as I sleep, The soft, lulling bayu beneath, wheezes in the night. Desert sands pour over Borneo At the...

View Article

Browsing latest articles
Browse All 8 View Live




Latest Images