Collecting photos
documents and stuff
she will expose him
by jewel1\findingdocuments
the toad is croaking
wishing the owl
by indiana>>thenightisfullofcreatures
So, Moxie when is
the Chrucificion? A.M.
sounds so much better.
by Anonymous Poet
i've been on this site
since BM--bowel movement?
no--Before Moxie.
by Anonymous Poet
If not lushly green
most southern grass is brown thatch
does it itch you much?
by echo
my epilogue now
steamy hot green grass new O
a feeling down south
by mellie
I'm pro log cabins
hiding in the wilderness
apalacian way
taking lots of pics
stopping jotting posting stuff
nothing could be finer
chatanooga choo choo way
reaching the crossroads cruising
straight down the middle
by mellie
well, how much per foot
is each word we cut to shape
our haiku houses?
by Moxie
excess syllables
a thousand words per picture
as my foot would note
by ash
.....moshi moshi
(an alliteration, AP)
by ronin@#21069aintmine
yeah post it like k
if you can figure it out
if not, it's magic....................
by k
take a picture ash
and post it like k does, with
haiku as footnote
by Anonymous Poet
my bones are undead
skinny leg with zombie foot
swollen beetroot toes
by ash
ronin you are deeply creepy
by Anonymous Poet
http://www.babyphotoretouch.com/
by ronin....each dot is a baby, baby
we are in a pulsing
wave of cocoons, wrapped up
awaiting re-birth, untold millions
by Moxie
we walk on the dead
corpse powder a component
of the very earth...
by untold billions of dead
something oddly alien
comes to her an wraps her
in a silky cocoon
to await transformation
with others in a vast
chamber of rebirth
by Moxie
her mouth open now
drool glistening lips moist
sharp intakes of breath
hand brushes nipples
slides down her smooth belly now
grandma has a cock
by mellie
more like a cocoon
becoming human for the
first time, hypocritical
the nature of the race
is to see things through a glass
darkly, and not clearly
by Moxie
he couldn
by indiana>>stillthinking
yeah, fuck you too Anonymous Poet
by ronin@cometothinkofitthat'sbetterthanpostingblanks
...."you okay," said scott
as he caressed her breasts
......nipples taut and wet
...meantime, worlds apart
a harried mox digs a grave
......looking for etchings
..(your move indy, mines:
...............Ne8)
by ronin@thecontinuation....
She started planning
Every move would be perfect
A pained sigh escaped
by jewel1//shehasgottohelpsomehow
One hundred million?
So many people were dead
All dead for money
by jewel1\onehumdredmilliondollars?
She tried to picture
Who was that on the picture?
How many were dead?
by jewel1\whatwasthatpictureagain?
a row of tombstones +++
engraved by a psychopath
yields a dark secret
by indiana>>twotwistedshellsmakesaknot
fuck off to me too
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off organic matter
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off humans
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off world
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off ronin (dot-head)
by Anonymous Poet
fuck off Anonymous Poet
by ronin
fuck off ronin
by Anonymous Poet
an old shark takes him
by the leg and pulls him
down into heaven
by Anonymous Poet
....and then she WOKE UP
"shit, mellie" she told herself
......"take it easy, babe"
by ronin@themoveisNe8
Poop deck is a mess
crow's nest unkempt, crew all drunk
Shiver me timbers
by Chowderhead
the ten of swords plunged
1000 spiritual
little deaths in me
by Moxie
Her load was lifted
A dull pain holds steady
Tolerable now
by jewel1\backtowhereweare
Loathing the dumb clocks
Sick to her stomach, fasting
The weight still heavy
by jewel1\fb
She read lots of books
Chose a bizarre work schedule
Frisking away time
by jewel1\fbstill
world cup soccer is
great, but I still can't fight off
intense depressions
by Anonymous Poet
the sounds he produced
broke the silence of the trees
as he made etches
by indiana>>porfavorconjugarelverboetcheshermano
..........then he ran away
half-sobbing, half-laughing (?) in-
...........to the silhouette
.(into the dark and lonely comfort
...of the shades and the trees...)
by ronin@theoffice
the weight of the world
made him inarticulate
no rhyme no reason
by indiana>>17gramsofgold
what if He is She?
and the one you reach for is
of this newer world?
by Moxie
She looked for her Guide
Reading and searching for him
Clammy hands trembling
by jewel1\fb
She offered her pain
More pain came, she was losing
Wanting to forget
by jewel1\fb
The horror, the weight
She wonders how long it heals
She was tired of life
by jewel1\fb
