Tag: self

• Direction

  

  Flowing is the tide to sink through the sands. Faster in speed. Slower in thought. Decisive in action.

  Steven E. Croner

  February 11, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, canon, Clock, Conditions, Direction, emotion, express, expression, featured, Flow, Health, Heat, imagine, InDesign, Knowledge, Lightroom, Mental, mind, perception, photo, photography, Photoshop, poet, Poetry, Sand, self, Shell, Surface, thought, Tide, time, Wordpress, writer, Writing

• Figures

  

  A snort and puff;liquor pours outthrough pores, flushed and fierce,and steam fills the voidwhile clanks ring. A room of trials and tracks,of rattling vibrations,of echoes and shrieks, ecstasytests fate and temps fakefigures. Disfigure in darknessshifting with grunts and moans.Broken glass and swaying, numbing.No fierce burningdeep in flesh flakes and drops. Over-encumbered actand now lazy mirrorshide…

  Steven E. Croner

  October 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, canon, Ecstasy, emotion, Entertainment, express, expression, eyes, Fake, fate, Figures, fire, Flesh, imagine, mind, Mirrors, perception, photo, photography, poet, Poetry, self, thought, Void, writer, Writing

• Wildfires

  

  Words are wielded like torches,unintentionally hot,accidentally unconstrained,and hit patches of flesh we did not expect. I breathe fire without insult,singe discontent, unaware,and spread consequence,burning a hole in my confidence. Leave me ash and shame,and smolder with my sorrow,as a stare deep into the embers,red as all in sight. The wildfires are strong.Don’t send me if…

  Steven E. Croner

  February 16, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, canon, emotion, express, expression, fire, imagine, mind, perception, photo, photography, poet, Poetry, self, thought, wildfire, writer, Writing

• This is Fine

  

  Tell me where you’ve been and hold the key up

  Steven E. Croner

  January 18, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, darkness, fine, hate, imagine, key, mind, perception, poet, Poetry, room, self, sickness, thought, walls, writer, Writing

• In Response to Your Response

  

  Don’t look at your numbers, look at me and ask.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  anxiety, art, artist, disappointment, fear, imagine, judgement, mind, narrow, numbers, perception, poet, Poetry, response, self, thought, understand, writer, Writing

• Capsule

  

  Here, inside, everything dies, neglect or not.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, capsule, death, flora, garden, imagine, life, marble, mind, perception, poet, Poetry, self, soul, thought, world, writer, Writing

• Skeleton Keys Kept

  

  A porcelain jar of skeleton keys go to nothing, lost their use in time.

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• The Art Form of Envy

  The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where he vigorously scribbles his visions on the paper, bowing and stretching to the breeze, held down by his left, pictures etched with his right. Lead whiskers coordinated on the page, his hand blends shapes in the page, morphed from ideas…

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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• Of Faith and Fate

  I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide fantasy from reality,and vigorously choke wicked courage from my lips. I stand steady on the spilling cliffof sweltering memories, screaming death and defiance,stealing faith with condemning fate,drifting off the path of elegance and empathy. I regain footing in free fall,and…

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

  art, artist, cliff, faith, fantasy, fate, imagine, memories, mind, perception, poet, Poetry, portraits, reality, self, Terra, thought, writer, Writing

• Inventory of Our Words

  They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science, flooding the streets of civilized city structures, isolating outstretched pastures beyond urban diction. We paint the portraits of expressive thinking. They map the blueprints for oratorical robbery. The rural fires of our desires are diminished. The ashes scraped into our…

  Steven E. Croner

  January 1, 2019

  Poetry, Writing

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