Writing

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

    Orange pen

    curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page

    fulfilling my orders

    moved by my hand.

     

    Orange pen

    flying, soaring, leaping

    dancing across the page

  • How come?

    Are you aware

    what you did?

    For the third time?

    Once again?

    Do you know

    how I feel?

    Ignored

    overlooked

    how come?

    How come you didn't put in my effort?

  • Used to

    I used to love fall

    nostalgia, pretty leaves

    now time flies faster.

    I used to have friends who visited my house

    just to say hi

    who biked by

    without a trace of jealousy of any boys I liked

  • Rice and bean soup

    I had rice and bean soup for dinner

    the rice was swirling in the broth

    there was a single bean in my spoon

    and just as I thought

    I am the bean

    the bean sunk beneath the surface.

  • Orpheus and Eurydice

    The irregular trods of exhaustion, followed by certain ones of death. Chasing the mouth of the Styx. Trying to ignore the screams of a thousands hanging from the limbs of lamenting branches, whilst following a torch that still would not light.