CuCuRuCuCurves... Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. And just when I think I am done with it, bang - it pops again. Some of it good, some of it better, some of it... perfect. Sure, some of it shit, but I won’t mention it here, of course. Of course, hmm...
~Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I read the other day some modern poetry contests winners; curiosity, you know. Then I drank myself into happiness for the rest of the day. Because, if this is what it takes to write a winner, then I am glad to write eternal losers. Bless my soul and my poetry’s too.
©anonymouscurve Winter Butterflies
©anonymouscurve Half This, Half That...
©anonymouscurve Skipping the Superlative
©anonymouscurve About a love letter
©anonymouscurve Vignes et Vignettes, un
©anonymouscurve Vignes et Vignettes, deux
©anonymouscurve Vignes et Vignettes, trois
©anonymouscurve Vignes et Vignettes, quatre
©anonymouscurve Vignes et Vignettes, cinq
©anonymouscurve One hundred years... from now
©anonymouscurve The Word
©anonymouscurve I want, oh, I want...
©anonymouscurve lust, oh...
©anonymouscurve Almost as if it were
©anonymouscurve Are you thirsty?...
©anonymouscurve That's Amore
©anonymouscurve With a fist under my chin
©anonymouscurve With a fist under my chin, two
©anonymouscurve With a fist under my chin, three
©anonymouscurve Wishful Thinking
©anonymouscurve Aliens, ahmmm...
©anonymouscurve Razor, two
©anonymouscurve My Poetry
©anonymouscurve Of once
©anonymouscurve With You
©anonymouscurve Love Declaration
©anonymouscurve Maja, Venus, etc.
©anonymouscurve Cappella Sistina
©anonymouscurve About old and things
©anonymouscurve Magic Garden
©anonymouscurve Steps, one-way
©anonymouscurve Lust awakens. Again.
©anonymouscurve Words, intentional
©anonymouscurve Of Reds And Wets
©anonymouscurve The Dream
©anonymouscurve Sexy, two
©anonymouscurve Once, two
©anonymouscurve Sexy, three
©anonymouscurve Once, three
©anonymouscurve Poesis Horribilis
anonymouscurve is a pseudonym for yossi faybish
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
And just when I think I am done with it, bang - it pops again. Some of it good, some of it better, some of it... perfect. Sure, some of it shit, but I won’t mention it here, of course. Of course, hmm...