The First Day of Autumn, a Poem — JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts

A lot of imageries in this poem, translated… The First Day of Autumn Merely Signifies that the Trees Outside Should Fall Asleep Sooner The Cicada Calls During August Were Said to be the one of the things you would think about when you think of the autumn season, photo from online… Only Soprano of the […] […]

POETRY PASSION – “Not Sink Yet, then Go On!” (Haiku)

And sun hang high still Fisher wade through the huge waves Night will always come Pict source: pinterest GUEST POST POETRY HAIKU by Rijal Muammar from Indonesia Rijal is an author of a book in poetry titled as BUKANTOLOGI, that written in Bahasa (Indonesian Language). For more awesome poems, Find him on: Medium: Kerijalan Instagram:… via […]

Poetry – Resistance of the Wind

She is a kite Sky high In between clouds of thunderous thoughts Dependent on the resistance of the wind She soars and dives Absolutely content with turbulence It is the paper in the sky she pities Colorful and bright Yet caught on a thread Of predetermined imagination Consuming the wind To keep it afloat […] via […]

A Fight Is Going On Inside of Me

“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, […] […]

Poetry – Fireflies

“Need” is a word that rests heavy on her tongue But if she must use it, it is to describe the things that run through her veins The insanity she needs, like an addict needs their fix The chaos she craves so she doesn’t have to question where she fits And the motion of the […] […]

Poetry – Life’s Rip Tide

Photography & Poetry by M.C. Infynit Life’s Rip Tide Movement of the soul Shifts like the earth’s plates Rubbing against each other Creating waves Yet in the tsunami The tides of our soul Pursue the spirits mission Even if it’s one we don’t know One we may not recognize as a whole Due to self […] […]

Which Poet, Which Beer

I come here to sit quietly, emerging from my shack, if only briefly, to eavesdrop and observe, to sip beer and participate in the world of commerce. Ah, yes. The grocery store. If only all of them housed craft-beer bars. I place cilantro and shallots in my basket, add arugula, asparagus and a lime, and […] […]