Poems from ArchaicAdage
A thin outline draws of a secret synchronicity, turning like clockwork, the complimentary rotations of a dynamic duo. The canvas upon...
A foggy horizon
Dripping with morning sleepers from my groggy up risin'
With the billow of the sheets, it came
rolling through the hills...
She wished her fingers sunk in dirt
But hated having a dirty (nail)bed
She wanted to have a cause
But didn't want to take effect
New faces passing through the woodwork, boarding
My connection made by a minimal margin
Tension mounting
climbing over mountains to return...
Peppered with a sheepish grin
a shepard I became
how much bigger you seem with borders that lie between
suitors of hearts, my biggest...