Defibrillate Poems - Poems about Defibrillate

... “God like, not so different” She wrote, “where do you go to my lovely?” my response, “I sink into the screen like a scream queen goddess, I am Lilith most of the t......Read the rest...

...Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom. His date with destiny deployed and determined. The doctors did there darnest to de......Read the rest...

... “The Church of Pasiphaë” inside the church of me a heart on fire blazes brighter than any morning star you could capture to wish a life away, a Lawrence forest rippe......Read the rest...

... “We live on a placid island of fear in the midst of black seas of infinity and it was not meant that we should voyage far” "Intrepid Blue-Green......Read the rest...

... “LoopdeLoop” Nothin’ better to do so the Culprit, that would be - You, chases tale lights counting numbers walking a thin line answer......Read the rest...

... Look-see into the Telly, let that buy Idol Eye soil your soul Go to sleep, and fall deep into the Cyclops’ belly Allow the remote to take rip van winkle plug control A lower case hyp......Read the rest...

... "Suspended between The Immensities" Suspended between the Immensities She throws flames from her eyes Love’s never perfect, When is the perf......Read the rest...

... "Odysseus and The Siren" There he is like Odysseus bound to the mast of his ship cursive words dispatched through aether to the somnolen......Read the rest...

... “Beloved Femme Fatale” Musk and Neroli satin skin spoons Naked feet ‘neath The Pillars of Petra She towers majestic above you, colours your grey skies You are worshipping he......Read the rest...

...Dying Star A falling star; a dying heart. A step too far for a shot in the dark. A burnt out car; the ruins of a castle. You cannot defibrillate love inside a hospital without a chapel. ......Read the rest...

...convince my jellied spacial chasms to defibrillate your dried out turkey bones, to sand them down and to carve useful trinkets from them which can be sold at a craft stand at the state f......Read the rest...

...We feel the harbour walls decaying, albatross defecate Dappling as leprosy upon the facia, Before the sea, mistress of life, licks and eats the slate, Sucking mortar into the crests of waves. No ......Read the rest...

...Looking down I see, so many struggling, against time, against odds. I feel free, almost floating, comfortable, like flannel. I watch them closely, straining to see past. Why are they so dil......Read the rest...