spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
what hurts is I am nothing but a piece of clay filling a void I’m not the missing piece just a piece of muddy clay and when the hole doesn’t feel so empty you cast me aside until you need a substitute again I’m… Continue Reading “Wildfire”
my flames of passion burn bright for you my love in the morning all I see is cold flesh and slanted eyes your tears are crystals of ice but my tongue is fire wrapping my arms around you desire licking ice from off your… Continue Reading “Winter’s Fire”
In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm. She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and… Continue Reading “Seismic Activity (cataclysmic love)”
Tonight I’m staring at your face Committing to memory what’s already memorized Seconds become minutes become an hour Still I gaze My fingers stretch out and trace all your curves I am lost in thoughts and dreams and all the emotions that come with… Continue Reading “Kindling”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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