A collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry.
I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry.
For all the support and encouragements you al...
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Slippery limbs awaiting down spill, laboring balances upon thin rope built;
fighting back exhausted fist a part whispering '...what would be the charm to lap at wrist?' narrow tunnel vision harboring risk;
we all carry fragmented bruise, most buried inside & cemented from view;
walls eventually get kicked, many containing chinks upon mortar & brick; don't pretend one is an impenetrable slick, for every treat comes blindsided trick;
& yet - there still plays a monster chewing mine own back, no tripping... nor slack, it's as real as a hummingbirds winter track, tentacles whipping upon every potential crack;
there's no releasing from grip, it's clear they're here for the long-winded trip.
