They hung around her like flies Too young Too alone They whispered
Tag: creative writing
A rose in 12 petals
I can describe a rose in 12 petals
A weed pretending to be human
I feel more at home among the trees, As though my body yearns for grass against my skin And leaves around my soul. Like a weed pretending to be human- Growing in the wrong place- Prickly, green and funny shaped And looking for something to uproot me. So I'll keep pressing flowers between these pages,… Continue reading A weed pretending to be human
Just two lovers sitting in the park.
We're just two lovers sitting in the park, Waiting for the end of the world. We do not rush- No, instead we linger, In earthy stillness, Just to see if love never truly ends. We watch the grass dance with bumble bees, And the wind play with shadows; All is quiet, until I lean over… Continue reading Just two lovers sitting in the park.
A spider lives on the moon
A spider lives on the moon. She spins a web between the stars, Weaving lines of silk against a dark, summer sky, Like spirals of beautiful things cast around the world, To catch the lost souls left wandering through the night. A spider lives on the moon, And I think she's lonely; Lonely up there… Continue reading A spider lives on the moon
My world is made of paper
My world is made of paper, A drop of ink for a soul, An ocean lies within my heart; Waves of words to make me whole.
Some Old Lover’s Ghost
Oh, I long to talk to some old lover's ghost, To learn a little bit of what it's like to fly with angels, So in love you think you see Heaven. Oh, how I wish to see looks of love and malice- So twisted and rotten that I can no longer tell the difference- Hatred… Continue reading Some Old Lover’s Ghost
Dove-Feathered Raven
You'd be a fool to think Heaven and I are close. I may be one Hell of an angel, But don't let these white wings fool you- I am but a dove-feathered raven Flying far from grace.
Pleasantly Haunting
This place is full of ghosts. They exist in the gloomy light of Corpse-coloured candles In those dark cottage walls, Lingering with a ghoulish fondness. I find myself drawn to remain also. Perhaps these melancholy ruins offer More than fear; They invite somber reflections- Reflections of the living as well as the dead- And I… Continue reading Pleasantly Haunting
Moonlight and Despair
I'm brooding over a mug Of black coffee at 4am, Trying to warm my cold bones And broken heart... Oh please, I drink green tea After my morning yoga; I'm about as happy as it gets. Unfortunately mountains poses And sunrise Don't sell quite as well As moonlight and despair.
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