Writing

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

    It's a tree,

    A plain old Apple tree,

    So why does it mean so much to me?

    The apples aren't normal, 

    They're mostly rotten,

    But the tree,

    That apple tree,

    It brings me peace,

    Shade, 

  • 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.