Joe Joe

Joined October 2020

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Finding myself again. In recovery, and remembered how fond I was of writing and poetry. I made many attempts to write books on an old typewriter years ago. I miss that sense of a world inside of me just bursting through my skull.

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Reality Diveregent
The sun begins to slowly crawl beneath the green, rocky mountain. The dusk wind heralds the night's return. Promising that survival is a shroud of purple falling light. Why am I here? The silent young man sits on an old oak stump, watching the beautiful darkness overtake the mountain. Fondly reflecting on his old books of deities and consciousness. Of the physics of the world and it's tangible truths. As he closed his eyes, he began to envision an eye opening, surrounded in violet.
By Joe Joe3 years ago in Fiction
Interrogation And Reality
It's here In the silence of passing by that I conjure up images I watch them dance and smile I see them kiss and caress
By Joe Joe3 years ago in Poets
Transmuted Conflict
Distant now the echo, Transmuted from chaos to a bearable rising tide. The waves form infantile crests, Easily surmountable.
By Joe Joe3 years ago in Poets
Dynamic Theory
The traveler gazed upon the windy plains of High Man's Point. The playful hills seemed to form waves of Earth. The traveler removed his black ball cap and lowered it at his thigh. Over the face of the cap, read bright bold letters, 173rd Infantry Brigade. He combed back his silver hair, and his shades hid his eyes.
By Joe Joe3 years ago in Fiction

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Reality Diveregent

Interrogation And Reality

Transmuted Conflict

Dynamic Theory

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