IMAGE
The smell of soap
settles the evening.
Dingy shades
from smoky days
close out gusty showers.
Outside,
horses stamp
at the lightening lamps.
Inside,
the stale smoke
frames the grimy scraps
of withered ferns.
seen from Germany
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Singapore

seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Maldives

seen from United States
seen from United States
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seen from Spain
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
IMAGE
The smell of soap
settles the evening.
Dingy shades
from smoky days
close out gusty showers.
Outside,
horses stamp
at the lightening lamps.
Inside,
the stale smoke
frames the grimy scraps
of withered ferns.
Punk Funk
chronic aging sonic raging do not go gently into that white noise rage against the aging of your sound
Exploit
A puppet Lynched by its string
You Robot
Asimov forgot to exclude love Now the automation of our lives And individualism are intertwined
Everyone wants free things. But tell me who really appreciates the air that we breath. Each time I gave myself, it never cost a thing. But I paid the price, I won’t be repeating this.
MidFight
My heart doesn’t ache at your door It aches in my palms My lungs will blacken by my hands As I taste some deadly salvation Way back in my throat; My voice will crack, croak And hit the water’s surface With little disruption- ‘Shhhh,’ they told me I need not see the light again
L.Y // Salvation
Windows?
Are eyes enough to decide to crush?
Moan
I’ll unwrap your voice box With my tongue Between your teeth