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Oskilo
1050 Followers
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Nigeria
Creative writer, Poet, fantasy genre nut, listener and friend. I have a story to tell... want to read it?
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@warpedpoetic
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22 days ago
The Ink Well
Let's start from the ending.
In the cramped space, we tried to stretch our hands but found no contact. We breathed the crop of our misery; the foul stench of helpless tears, the sour taste of fear filled…
@warpedpoetic
69
30 days ago
LeoFinance
The Doctrine of Fear and Uncertainty
Recently, the crypto space started experiencing a downturn which is being blamed on FUD. This fear and uncertainty is based, according to market analysts, on news coming out of…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 1 month ago
Freewriters
Art!!!
DNA analysis show clay in my body & it stretches sometimes it shadows other bodies orbiting them/it a fall of oranges; rotten teeth yellow with sweet sour taste…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 1 month ago
Blockchain Poets
White spaces: experimenting with silence.
Experiment 1 I recently discovered an anthology of African American poets Russel Atkins, Amiri Baraka et al and for the first time, tho
@warpedpoetic
69
about 1 month ago
Freewriters
THE NAMING OF THE SHREW
Now that our parents put their prayers on our necks like grinding stone, what are we to do? Don't you see how they name us; wealth, praise, promise, god hears. How do we…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 1 month ago
Proof of Brain
The Dying Body Chronicles 29: In the year of Melancholia
So, there was rain, there was hail, then the sun came and there was us, playing outside. Carefree, the ball flew with the wind, our feet ran with the ball, our teeth flashed in…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 1 month ago
Blockchain Poets
The Dying Body Chronicles 28: The Graveside Monologue
Soon death soon the river's endless thirst Bring waters of tongue the dialogue at the grave It can be rainfall or sweat spatter the undertaker's animated brow Give space so…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 2 months ago
proofofbrain
Into the eye
& more is there in the gunshot for silence The people pray short & shave the monochromatic grass a dark path There are two seated bodies but nothing is there— the…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 2 months ago
The Ink Well
Genesis
After the genocide, after the noise had stopped, the machines began rebuilding the earth. It was not a difficult task to plant the trees, to irrigate the soil and grow the seeds…
@warpedpoetic
69
about 2 months ago
Blockchain Poets
These diamonds have been broken
There was joy our diamond body, not that we had shine; we thought we would never break. We lived forever the briefest flicker of moonlight settling our bed at night & we…
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