Writing

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

    In the early morning I wake. I dress silently and slip out of my sleeping bag. I slowly unzip the tent flap, trying to let my tent mates sleep. The morning air is cold and biting, and a deep fog encases everything around.

  • why? here's why.

    if the world were to burn tomorrow morning

    i would laugh in its face

    because who is dumb enough 

    to care about a world

    that doesn't care a single bit about them?

    truthfully, i don't know.

  • The Sky in Motion

    The atmosphere has a sudden, unshakeable stillness-

    Unaware of what has been forecasted.

    Children push on swings and frolic through fields.

    The calm before the storm.

     

  • I don't know

    Words used to flow easily out of my fingertips,

    my pencil effortlessly connected constellations,

    as a stream of simple thoughts transferred perfectly onto a page,

     

    but now my mind is mush,