skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
Graphic Poetry
Monday, April 28, 2014
Fire and Fury 1
neo2fx.photosight.ru
Fires are mine
Passions are mine
I am in thral held
I wait for something
someone to come
make a bonfire
of all guilt and shame
and be consumed by
the flame
when nothing remains
but the afterglow of
all that burnt away.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2017
(91)
►
November
(2)
►
October
(15)
►
September
(14)
►
August
(16)
►
July
(6)
►
June
(3)
►
May
(4)
►
April
(3)
►
March
(10)
►
February
(8)
►
January
(10)
►
2016
(51)
►
December
(5)
►
November
(10)
►
October
(8)
►
September
(6)
►
August
(7)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(1)
►
May
(1)
►
April
(2)
►
2015
(5)
►
December
(1)
►
September
(1)
►
July
(1)
►
March
(1)
►
February
(1)
▼
2014
(69)
►
May
(5)
▼
April
(10)
Fire and Fury 4
Fire and Fury 3
Fire and Fury 2
Fire and Fury 1
Invisible...
How I wish....
Couldn't have asked for....
What have I come....
In fullness of time...
A little mischief
►
March
(15)
►
February
(13)
►
January
(26)
►
2013
(31)
►
December
(15)
►
November
(5)
►
October
(3)
►
September
(1)
►
August
(3)
►
May
(1)
►
March
(1)
►
January
(2)
►
2012
(2)
►
November
(1)
►
July
(1)
►
2011
(2)
►
November
(1)
►
January
(1)
►
2010
(16)
►
November
(1)
►
September
(1)
►
August
(1)
►
July
(1)
►
June
(1)
►
April
(5)
►
March
(2)
►
February
(1)
►
January
(3)
►
2009
(33)
►
November
(4)
►
October
(3)
►
September
(2)
►
August
(3)
►
July
(6)
►
June
(10)
►
May
(1)
►
April
(1)
►
March
(3)
About Me
Clascale
I am a writer, poet, translator and an art critic with an avid interest in fine art nudes. I know a few Asian and European languages.
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment