Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • gavin

                Hey, I know it’s been a while, but my grandparents still ask about you and I still remember your birthday. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m still holding onto the pieces I have left of you. 

  • Where the stars went

    When I was small,

    the sky was a storybook—

    every page dotted with stars

    too many to count,

    each one whispering my name.


     

    But now the nights glow

    with lights that never sleep.

  • The Sun Will Rise Again

    Her blood is engraved into these pages

    Slowly unraveling the truth

    Exposing every flaw in perfection

     

    Every short-lived high

    Every precocious low

    Has driven the knife deeper into her lingering past