Words weave, worlds unfold,
Growth, knowledge, imagination,
Aaron's artistry flows.
Entranced by the prospect of Crowning cosmic glance, Longingly listening to the sun's unending silent scream, I watch.
By Aaron Richmond13 days ago in Poets
Empire Records begins on April 8th, Celebrating washed-up popstar’s newest album. Meanwhile, Lucas, amidst the chaos, explains to Joe the essence of faith.
By Aaron Richmond20 days ago in Poets
Encroaching darkness disrupts afternoon’s Celebration as the moon’s shadow plays across Landscapes decimated. Dancing corpses and grinning buffoons
By Aaron Richmond25 days ago in Poets
Hush now, kind one, Nothing can stay. Hurry now, leave your things, Let the world return to formless clay. Even though it hurts,
By Aaron Richmondabout a month ago in Poets
Mama's vital garden, Ripened raspberries burst. Red-lipped, thieving child.
In pursuit of a child’s devotion, These tales of woe are spun in motion. They orchestrate the scenes as I narrate,
With steady courage, my mother will rise, To toast bread with butter for both of us guys, Adding cinnamon sugar, as a sweet surprise.
By Aaron Richmond2 months ago in Poets
Singing out our lives to the moon, Jonathan strums out a rhythm, As I dance alongside to the tune. Listening softy for Sister to call out,
By Aaron Richmond2 months ago in Fiction
I am ecstatic at being human! Strutting through life, wandering through coffee shops, Prime of my life and leaky pipes drip at the sight of my peacock
I’ve managed to catch Time by the strings And find I can do all sorts of neat things; If I save every day 'til the Boomers pass away
Two strangers passed upon the street Just another chancing meet Neither one is there We bump and then we stare At one another in surprise
This world is now empty. You wish to speak to me of love? I shit on it all. *** Just like the water flowing in the Ganges,