#poetsofearth

"Poetry are just Memes for Wordsmiths." #EndlessWaltz #DreamersOfEarth #PoetsOfEarth https://www.instagram.com/p/BzcOwtUnbtV/?igshid=pqpza9vv5oli

Where Eagles Dare. "...and I found myself being torn away from that world within. The falling though the dark...the loss of senses...as all goes dark. The Twilight Existence...neither here; nor there. It is not always day when I come to myself. Sometimes it is dark...mostly the grey of light filtered though black drapes. My life here between these four walls. The breathing of the machine. The loss of Self. I am not me until I decide to be. Until that mental moment I decide...I am free. Everyday seems to be the same, it is so. bothers me none. The same sky...the same ground. The Same Everything. How nice for a change."-Achilles Rose #VivatGrendel #PoetsOfEarth https://www.instagram.com/p/BwO4US1Fgjc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u98x8aejn3pi

  Holdfast By Robin Beth Schaer "The dead are for morticians & butchers to touch. Only a gloved hand. Even my son will leave a grounded wren or bat alone like a hot stove. When he spots a monarch in the driveway he stares. It’s dead, I say, you can touch it. The opposite rule: butterflies are too fragile to hold alive, just the brush of skin could rip a wing. He skims the orange & black whorls with only two fingers, the way he learned to feel the backs of starfish & horseshoe crabs at the zoo, the way he thinks we touch all strangers. I was sad to be born, he tells me, because it means I will die. I once loved someone I never touched. We played records & drank coffee from chipped bowls, but didn’t speak of the days pierced by radiation. A friend said: Let her pretend. She needs one person who doesn’t know. If I held her, I would have left bruises, if I undressed her, I would have seen scars, so we never touched & she never had to say she was dying. We should hold each other more while we are still alive, even if it hurts. People really die of loneliness, skin hunger the doctors call it. In a study on love, baby monkeys were given a choice between a wire mother with milk & a wool mother with none. Like them, I would choose to starve & hold the soft body." #PoetsOfEarth https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCAs7mlDWS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1crm53x5id9hd

"Defenders of EarthRealm." #PoetsOfEarth (at The LoveCraft Cult) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv5Oaddlr1n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a81ztfinfk88

"We are..." #DefectiveStories #poetsofearth #poetsofinstagram

"Though I am filled with a sense of disgust and not yet quite rage, I look passively against the tide which I have seen the future so violently crash into me and is now slowly , slowly drowning me in the dark. Though I am hurt I am not destroyed.." #EarthMemories #AchillesRose #PoetsOfEarth