Posts
-
A Space Among The Stars
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to get binoculars
To see the dentist on the moon
And find the next Uber at noon.
To live in a space among the stars
I'd have to float to school in cars. -
A quiet midnight celebration
I am 19 years old today.
Crazy.
I'm a bit nostalgic because woahh, I'm old.
And there's a twinge of sadness because
COVID has prevented the gathering settings
that I love.
But,
it's okay. -
Frost
Its fingers were hot
and cold and
sweet and dark.
All at the same time.
Sleeeeep.
It whispered in her ear.
Her petals shivered.
Its breath ran slowly
down
her stem and -
A fly's purpose
So this fly kept bugging me today.
It swirled around my head and zoomed near my eye.
I swatted it away and it retreated.
Then it reappeared by my left elbow.
It would spiral up my elbow to the flower on my shirt, -
Tiny Writes Group Poem (Blue Hill)
Group Poem by Treblemaker, GreyBean, Stargirl, Yellow Sweater, The Lone Cat, El, infinitelyinfinite3, Geri K, amaryllis, Wag it off
In replacement of blue candy there's a sunrise on the hill. -
Loves
-
Haunting Hands
As the Cold feeling Spreads
Sends Shivers down the Spine
The Fear and Worry Pushes Through
But in this Frigid touch
Is the sense of Remebrance
The Sense of Love
That Cold touch
-
Dancing Leaves
Its Hard to Resist
When Seeing a Pile of Leaves
It Becomes irresistible
Jump into the Heep
Leaves are swirling
The Pile is no more
No one can stop The Temptation
-
As the Crow Lands
As the Crow Lands on the Grave-
Black secrets stir in every face;
A fountain in the moonbeam riven—
Spend her gone like an adversity.
The Graves began to Multiply
-
Writers Block
Normally words flow right out
Normally thoughts come running
Writing it down
Before they can run away
Sitting now
Looking around
Nothing running
Nothing flowing
Just stillness
-
Persephone
Persephone was tired. Tired of being nothing more than the daughter of a nearly forgotten goddess, of being a sweet innocent nymph, a girl content to frolic in fields under the sun.
-
First Snow
The first snow I saw this year was in a cemetery.
An old, abandoned cemetery.
The small, barely perceptible flakes fell,
Bitter as any of the old graves,