Typemutha:
Easy ambitions of the fluttering heart. Momentary settlement of the wondering eye. Perched on reflections free from truth. Telling themselves beautiful lies. Petal wishes plucked from stems. Loveless curses planting beds. -- #typemutha #poem #girl #portra
Typemutha:
Tea cups drip drops... Pillows puff puff... Biscuit crumbs drops... Where's my remote gone? -- #typemutha #poem #colors #blanket #knitting #bed
Typemutha:
Youthful whims shouting over questions. Introverted tendencies dressed in extroverted patterns. Dyslexic vomit hurled with artistic imitations. Senseless rambles made sense by nonsense. Careless shambles fumble for conscious choices. - #typemutha #poem #h
Typemutha:
Crumbling art. Erected rules. Fainting values. Bickering prices. Galleries of hope. Walls of shame. -- #typemutha #poem #portrait #art #blackandwhite
Typemutha:
Lady with a gait scrapes and stabs the concrete with her points. Bouncy little boy squeaky shoes tumbling towards his dad. Old woman pushed on wheels rolling passive down the ramp. Passerby step and slide - others filled with pride. My eyes fill with stri
Typemutha:
Usual crowds. Hand in hand. A show for all. Dance for two. Folded napkin. Drinks for one. Parted a life ago. Somehow this song again. -- #typemutha #poem #music #portrait #violin
Typemutha:
Ventured paths to unknown lands. Shaded trees flicker heavy lids. Rising night just beyond out flight. Gazing stars well within our sight. -- #typemutha #poem #travel #sunset
Typemutha:
Trickled sunset. Squealing fanfare. Grand neons. Imagined amusements. -- #typemutha #carnival #amusementpark #nightphotography #lighttrails #longexposure
Typemutha:
Permanent ripples of decided fates. Forgotten names in collected stories. My secrets your thoughts. You followed me here, you'll follow me there. -- #typemutha #poem #portrait #blackandwhite
Typemutha:
The sinews stretch on the rope and in my flesh. The air breathes stale and breezes overhead. Distant canopies of jagged familiarity. Ancient tops of green something unseen. Tribes of men drumming for lives of ten. Gods of men vying for lines by pen. -- #t
Typemutha:
Dew upon a window pane gathering above a world untouched. Settled wine of a forgotten grape, peaceful in it's crust. Waist deep in currents that tow, threatening those with thoughts that flow. Spiking choices by those with fairness, ignoring Kings for the
Typemutha:
Millions of pilgrims with thousands of prayers. Hundreds of offerings but only one believer. -- #typemutha #poem #buddhist #bell
Typemutha:
The whites of the sky has passed by countless times. The blue has faded and yet come back again. I've been washed clean by filthy rain. I've been pelted by droplets the seem to know my debts. The gravel of the ground has scraped by too many times. The bla
Typemutha:
Brick by brick of a painted veil. Side by side to an endless night. Wall to wall with memories of now. Head to toe in shadows of a wall. -- #typemutha #poem #surreal #portrait #poetry
Typemutha:
Hello wind. Farewell ice. Tomorrow be twice. Today the one. -- #typemutha #poem #snow #path #mountain
