• Rick Veloz wrote about the word cross 2 years, 9 months ago

    I’ve been looking around too much, trying to roll my eyes. Suspense dispenses from the gaze of peripheral spies. I’ve been taking my time a lot, crossing streets of infinite size. Running down the seconds, the end comes as no surprise. I’ve been breaking my teeth off, trying to bite my tongue. I’ve been wringing [...]

  • Rick Veloz wrote about the word nun 2 years, 9 months ago

    Come and play your saddest tune, as this is how my life can be soothingly tuned. I am sunk in deep silence, yet I wonder who is in me so bitterly crying and clamouring! Sleep is driven away from my eyes by the desirable dreams my soul has been weaving; I am suffering from a [...]

  • All I am on damp grass in June; and I do not belong, there are stars drifting to slumber, the fear that they disappear like everything else, the day was twin sparrows over thick grass and the word on their wings was “papa”, blistered against fevered sky, branded as ants upon concrete. everything gauzed with [...]

  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 10 months ago

    Lovely.

    In reply to - Rachael wrote about the word carve He would forever be there, she thought, as he leaned in to kiss her again. She responded robotically, not really caring as she realized the implications. She would forever remember him as her first, her first everything. He had carved his way into her heart, and no amount of sanding it down would erase that. • View
  • Rick Veloz wrote about the word maid 2 years, 10 months ago

    without origin and intimately grounded, a myth painting feathers gold can live for days, she feels enough stripped of reason, uniquely naked with apologies, raw with things she was never taught to feel, beyond the fable is a lack of sky, father to an empty string clutching at her feather-duster, an illusion unapparent of people [...]

  • buried deep
    into the center,
    a clenching fist
    of acrimony,
    years of waste
    strung about,
    caked layer by layer
    in my skin,
    so tight,
    our hearts explode,
    a black mist wanes,
    night after night
    we die…

  • and we held fast to
    the ocean, underneath our arms
    waves passed without motion,
    but not without their charms,
    which sprayed forth a sudden sound,
    and though beneath the undertow
    we spoke, we never drowned…

  • Rick Veloz wrote about the word gift 2 years, 10 months ago

    I stood astir in dusky morn,
    by tell of dark and moonlit shore,
    and speak I did to wishes born,
    when left with ink, I fell to floor;
    yet with gift in hand and faith my plane,
    I held on to a touch of rain,
    a present tense to the future’s score…

  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 10 months ago

    Thank you very much.

    In reply to - Rick Veloz wrote about the word beach smear your lipstick on my cheek, form words with fingertips, to speak would break this silent bliss, I’ve been held captive by your kiss, innocent flowers and incense repeat, “was there a word I can borrow for love?” but instead they left, wordless in a world of moving tongues and teeth, swimming for something beyond [...] • View
  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 10 months ago

    Thank you kindly.

    In reply to - Rick Veloz wrote about the word without sun, enflame yourself with meditations and get the better of my mind’s light, loth to set without such gluttonous delays, for thin quotations aren’t verse, without a leg to stretch and a breath to disperse… • View
  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 10 months ago

    Brilliant.

    In reply to - Jenna wrote about the word myth our love now just myth kept alive in earnest promises now broken dried flowers now brittle treasured keepsakes now hidden our love faded writing aging paper a book long shelved sitting alone collecting dust in a library of regrets • View
  • Rick Veloz wrote about the word beach 2 years, 11 months ago

    smear your lipstick on my cheek, form words with fingertips, to speak would break this silent bliss, I’ve been held captive by your kiss, innocent flowers and incense repeat, “was there a word I can borrow for love?” but instead they left, wordless in a world of moving tongues and teeth, swimming for something beyond [...]

  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 11 months ago

    I just noticed that, too!

    In reply to - Lena posted an update: Is it just me or is it extremely annoying that if you write more than a certain amount, not all of it gets displayed on your profile? • View
  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 11 months ago

    I love this.

    In reply to - Hyperbole wrote about the word strung I’m high-strung, stung-out. Like the plinking sound of an old, out-of-tune piano in the corner of a bar room. Plunking away like the sound of a taught string in the hands of the Fates. • View
  • Rick Veloz posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 11 months ago

    This has a quiet but deep beauty to it, I love it.

    In reply to - Lena wrote about the word leap I envy how the effortlessly the frog leaps From lilypad to shiny forest-green lilypad, How he knows exactly where he is going And has such easy confidence in the fact that Wherever he lands There will be something beneath his feet. • View
  • sun, enflame yourself with meditations and get the better of my mind’s light, loth to set without such gluttonous delays, for thin quotations aren’t verse, without a leg to stretch and a breath to disperse…

  • in red summers we met, and muttered fall musings of pearl-string minutes we longed to spend together, matching our eyes in the same direction, trying to see perfection…

  • on the highway where speed and space meld, driving, flying traffic stretches beyond the horizon, where the last few inches of sky are upheld, we travel separately together and lay still, benign, on the highway where speed and space intertwine…

  • your staccato smiles and staccato moans resonate with me still, from that night we intertwined, our bodies played in perfect time with one another, harmony rung through and through, our souls were songs we were pulled into…

  • Rick Veloz wrote about the word brave 2 years, 11 months ago

    paraphrase a brave story of privy tears made less gory through time, for age made hand-maidens out of warriors and woven baskets of sword and shield, letting them dream dreams dreamt apart for the first time in years

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