Changes, loss, grief & sobriety.
the tension on my back tightens My arm extends backwards My focus is heightened I lean into the throw - With percussion and power
By Franky Carter Appleseed5 days ago in Poets
Is it no worries, or is it all good? No worries is no longer applicable, with this new rule. All good is the new cool. No worries is forign. All good is local cool.
By Franky Carter Appleseed8 days ago in Horror
a lot of life knows only to envenom past its own means of end
By Franky Carter Appleseed2 months ago in Poets
It was a new drive. A drive where it all sank in, and it all sank in.
By Franky Carter Appleseed3 months ago in Poets
The bell goes off, as I walk through the hall - I had to stop, and see the people moving around, this fall. As they move about their lives, and wisp through the hall
Her memory is alive inside me, and this Is what gives me warmth.
His head is heavy, as he bows it before us. He stands before us.
The house is cold now since she passed away, but I write haiku's to warm.
By Franky Carter Appleseed4 months ago in Poets
Villanelle of Regret Solid pitch black, but right now she’s here with you. This cup of heart; it is what she has adorned.
