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Stronger than Human
A Little Road Not Made Of Man
by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,
‘T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
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Luck is a mental disorder
of cinnamon and cheap beer
are kickstarting fashion shows
we dial revolution
then call the cops when we get scared.
humans are naturally malleable
the evolution of creativity is testimony to your ability to adapt
Writing as if I was the first Man to evolve on Earth. There is a spirit to kidnap and harbor in your rib cage.
"If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito."
R.I.P. my friend MisStrovia, one of the most wonderful rats and companions that have existed.
Where is my head? This isn’t mine.
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Hitchhiking poems across the Internet
The Traveling Poet is sticking it’s thumb back out and seeking literary rides across the internet.
A son of Nostrovia! Poetry, The Traveling Poet has the following message for you:
Hello. I am The Traveling Poet. I hitchhike around the internet seeking experiences. I am habitually bored with much of the literature I stumble through, and seek innovation, extremists, those who are not afraid to…
Literary journals I want to eat and have been eaten by
Seeking publication? Here are some quality literary journals and establishments seeking your words and passions.
Originally posted on Gatsby’s Abandoned Children:
Here are some journals I’ve been published by:
Raccoons are not too intoxicated to tear down a building
We are organizing in mass to be a force that will be destroyed before the Enemy even knows we are there. Who aroused the riot of Runt Raccoons everywhere? Who pushed us to stick our tongues in cracks in the system?
The Bosses we can’t get off our backs. The bang bang and ratatatat of police militarization. The War on Drugs. The rejection of Sincerity, the rejection of Love. The abuse of…
Internet Poetry, affordable passion
I don’t feel creative clicking and scrolling
Passion cannot be afforded by everyone
Sometimes Freedom won’t feel real unless it’s stolen
The single mother working 50 hours a week to support 5 children
Folks who have the usual explosives pointed at the vicinity of their family’s heads
The millionaires who are not yet millionaires
Financial dreams scramble over each other’s bodies like angry spiders…