Poems about bright

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

from this dream to another waking up where another is what I thought I was evaporates twisting and...

What if there’s no past nor future, there’s just a present spectrum. What if the passed is a...

It’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...

Victory tainted is shallow. If to win you stand hollow, beneath there’s a shadow, no roots to feed...

If cemeteries had no tombstones… If poetic pieces were upon trees that grow from our...