Prophesy of the Warrior
Art by Mark D Viraj Our lives are wind and rapid water, but our story is undying. Even as flesh becomes flower fodder And our last kin finish crying, The deeds of our life, the way we fought, ar...
Art by Mark D Viraj Our lives are wind and rapid water, but our story is undying. Even as flesh becomes flower fodder And our last kin finish crying, The deeds of our life, the way we fought, ar...
Art by Anna Podedworna A king is not a manHe is OrderTilting toward ChaosLance of TruthStrong and straightThe perfumed fetishOf the GoddessTucked in his gauntlet His heart is forwardHis head ...
Art by Renato Caria Your woman is a goddess. Stop with the comparisons The subtle denigrations. Do you even see her? She is a lioness A moon dancer A healer And a sage. She has a portal You call...
Plastic smiles Hollow eyes Pursed lips. An awkward shift Of suggestive hips While the camera roll Captures the shell But not the soul. How did it come to this? That hearts on a screen Stole you...
A woman who takes her time moves slow. She knows what she is worth. She values herself enough that she doesn’t need to hook you quickly with her shiny carnal lures. She takes the time to see you...
I used to be a romantic. I even gave two wedding rings. Now I don’t believe in love. Because everyone I loved, stopped loving me. Conveniently or eventually. I don’t blame them. I stopped loving th...
A million love poemsAbout some girlWritten by some man.But maybe fiveProbably three,Were actually to the girl.The rest were written to himself,The craving to feel worthy,The chase to corrupt chas...
Chasing a girl with cards and flowers,Only to stop once you have her heart...That’s not Love. Opening your legs for a man,Just so you can get the ring...That’s not Love. Answering anger with ...
Inside every single one of us is a poet. If you can use words to describe a feeling, you are a poet. It isn't about meter and rhyme, it's about getting out of the way of the thing that you want to...
The warrior king walks into the woods. His fingers hold the lingering smell of savory meats and herbs, and his breath the scent of a beautiful woman’s surrender. Yet he feels alone. Discontent. ...
Can you say you’re lucky, When the universe hits you square in the jaw, Breaks your bones, You’re seeing stars, Sippin smoothie through wired bars, Can you say it then? “Wow, I’m blessed.” Can...