Got My Coffee, I’m Ready to Go
ok…go! — Not working. My brain has rebelled. I could not write, no matter what I tried. Finally, I just made some coffee and poured a cup, hoping that would kick start my brain. I thought by getting myself into the “writing mood” by doing my normal routine would help, but it…
wading through facets: finding tranquility in nature’s operation & wisdom — iii. polli-nation wing-ged-thing-geds flit, well-disposed to fallow-parts. windsongs telegraph avidity. worms— tickly, fickly. waters trickle far… whiskey-wishin’ terra fecundity. iv. late-june late-week late-day breezin’ window-women talk& fan. whizzers-by take-part& fuss-with. washed-noon thunderclaps for-wonder. west-son’s tarried fallin’-span ‘waits-the-punchline to-tickle forthwith wayside’s tuscan floribundas.
An acrostic poem for summer — Haunted houses Await their companions Lost to sunsets and Lingering glances Over clasped hands and Wishing hearts Enthralled by dreams of Entwining futures and New backyards If you liked this (or didn’t like this) and want to support the creation of more stories and poor excuses for poems, please consider following me. I am trying to get to 100 followers so that I can join the MPP and earn $.02. Thanks :)
In the doldrums
Distraught was I and I didnt know why, Even tried to think, but all I did was cry. Pain I felt somewhere deep down, Rambling thoughts had me weep and drown. Everytime I thought I saw a ray of hope, Somewhere someone was just lowering my rope. Screams of silence I heard every night, In this world so dark, I dont have the will to fight. Oceans run deep and mountains climb high, Now I guess its time to finally say goodbye.