It’s been a while, making sure everything still works here.
It’s been a while. Completely restructuring the site, stay tuned in the next week or so.
Savor this small taste:/
store its succor on your lips,/
haunting you always.
Stuck in the amber/
Paradise lost and regained/
blinded by your light.
Hurtling through space/
but a speck in the vast void/
ego’s come and gone.
Like a cigarette/
brazen melodies inside/
burn ’til extinguished.
Experimenting with some new styles. Specifically, this is Crapsey cinquain, invented by American poet Adelaide Crapsey. It follows a 2/4/6/8/2 syllabic pattern.
Just pause:
Take a deep breath,
and look all around you.
Time slows down, stops, and starts again.
Refresh.
Sick and tired of/
all your insecurities/
nobody’s perfect.
Testing the WordPress app for Android.
The smell of dead leaves/
thoroughly pervades the air/
Change is all around.