even artichokes have hearts.

randomly generated poem

Never love a wind.

Breezes fall like stormy captains.

Adventure, adventure, and faith.

Cold, small masts quietly fight a old, warm sailor.

Never view a shark.

(Source: thinkzone.wlonk.com)

emmacherry wrote this poem:

There is a lilting
comfort in the way backs grow 
warm when pressed together,
and there is a quaking jolt in
the way your pearly sheen seems
to come from another planet’s
moon. There is a terrible silence
in the round, soft breast alone on 
linen, Egyptian cotton - the one 
iceberg in distress, the one laying
still in the blue before dawn.