wildcat

wildcat

VT

15 years old

Posts

  • By wildcat

    A Chance at Love

    Once there was a little sparrow. Her name was Jade. She was all alone in the world, just one little bird lasting out through the years. Perhaps she could've had a special person. But she didn't want just any person. Her deepest desire...

  • By wildcat

    The wild future

    It was that...

    Ocean ran from her polluted plight, her waters pillaged of their life. And when Freshwater looked for sanctuary in Ocean's embrace, she was gone.

    It was that...

  • By wildcat

    Sweater Weather

    Sweater Weather.
    The time when the air is crisp and cold, but the snow has not yet fallen- 
    when I see an abundance of styles-
    wool,
    cotton,
    fleeces, 
    patterns of diamonds, hearts,

  • By wildcat

    Sorrow


    Sometimes,
     it feels like all that is left is the deep, dark folds of feeling
    that are breaching through the barriers in my mind, 
    the ones I worked so hard to set. 

  • By wildcat

    Pale Green


    Pale Green

    The color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars. 

Loves

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    I get my girlfriend roses

    My heart flutters, 

    My hands shake,

    My mind is cluttered 

    And my face breaks.

     

    But you make it better

    Little by little, bit by bit,

    Any day with you I forget her 

  • Sunflower

    I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone.

  • Among the few minutes of Night

    Out in the forest, the time was 3:26, the world around me was filled with the darkness of night, it had such an interesting glow and the circle of light was above my head, and I looked to my side down the hill that looked over the town I saw what

  • eclipse

    the moon's silvery-gray hair

    falls in shadows across her face

    her pupils waxing and waning

    straining

    to catch a glimpse of her girl,

    her beauty, her sunshine

    her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth