Saturnine Stumbleine

Can I find ur publications on Neobook?

Do you publish on Neobook ?

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Hi I'm aspiring poet, can I have feedbacks about my works of poems? Hope you can check it out,
          My Words Within : Books of Poetry !
          
          Book 1 - Completed
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/188711239
          
          Book 2 - Completed
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/210548396
          
          Book 3 - Completed
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/222448699
          
          Book 4 - On Going
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/26154556

Hey! I wanted to ask for permission is it ok to share the link to my story here? I just started publishing it ,and I think it's not getting the attention it deserves..
          
          Keep smiling♡

If any Duranies on here would be willing to help my friend write a Duran Duran fanfic (as a collab), please let me know!! Would be greatly appreciated as I don't have the time to commit to that right now. Thanks in advance.

Hi 
          I write dark meaningful Poetry
          I hope you can give it a chance.
          Thank you ♥️

Idioglossia has at last been capped off at 100 poems, though to be fair I think most people stopped reading around the 50 mark ^^' 
          For those who have read ahead or even just read at all, thanks so much. I'm pretty proud of it.

@DawnieLewis okay!