Towering urns. original poetry by @d-pend . with images    by Felisberto    and Lostknightkg Towering urns Thoughts pour wax upon these walls With the faux wood grain to watch. Reflecting, the feathers

skin will cost you dearly skin will surpass you swiftly skin will own you tighly in abated life Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

ensure that you are ensure that i am ensure that we will expire unevenly Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

vote for boat freedom could be liquid Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

Good mourning! (V. 2)original poetry & images by @d-pend I wake up into the husk of a world Unfinished, where you can see The guide-lines. Caution tape on gummed walls, Flecks of plaster, neglected

their flight is delayed even within birds Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

whip is deep but remains divided Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

i am in china i am in india i am in poland countries crave to contain me and expand forever Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

read things letters would come later Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

ink is inside behind body ink is innate inmate likewise written down intrinsic jail Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

womb went viral to withstand your growth Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

The Sound and the Look of Time. original poetry @d-pend . photos    somadjinn The Sound and the Look of Time A glint in the absence of the ministry of time, looking back at itself and seeing nothing. Having

we keep dreams dense they are walls but they remain and so smoothly so Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

by touch by lips by kiss implement us by hair by rain by wind implement us by home by cars by cash implement us by pain by wound by ash decompose us Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

quote is getting empty but verily so Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

be blurred to be clear always Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

she is looming not horizon she is breathing not blind air she is booming not fresh baby she is lending out of shadows for long shaven touchless body can use scream to attain care Poem by Bacus15 Photo

Let the wind take me in the middle of the night Let my bones sing like the tempest twisting through the trees No there is no wolf at your door only the wind twice as wild and howling twice as loud under

bread is passive yet possible by palpable care Poem by Bacus15 Photo from Pixabay

Uncontradictory. original poetry: @d-pend . photos:    ahermin ► Listen on DSound ► Listen from source (IPFS) ► Listen on Soundcloud Uncontradictory Inflow, outflow: Distributed disequilibrium. Somewhere,