writing
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You offer a silent cure to those who ponder unsure, Never biased in your reward. Your hidden treasures run deep so all of us can reap, Just waiting to be explored.You want to be found in a maze that goes round,And offer many paths to your center.Yet many of us continue to lose our focus,In
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Mila stepped over the crossing and into the woods. She walked until the path behind her was erased by the drooping willows and reaching ferns. Every step taking her farther away from the past. Anyone who ventured deep into these woods, were never found again. The townspeople chose to believe it was haunted by a
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It was at a concert when I thought of you. The man on stage screamed into the mic, as I sipped on my red wine that was served gracefully in a plastic cup. I nodded my head to the music as though I understood. But I was thinking of you and our last conversation – or
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Pantoum: best described as a poem with a pattern of repeated lines from beginning to end (and best written with wine).
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My Mother used to read my journal. I think she only did it a few times – but those were the only times I caught her. As you may expect a pre-teen to react when one finds out their secrets were unleashed, I became dramatically upset. However, my anger was immediately overshadowed by the red
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Tension slowly eased out of my shoulders, and my toes dug deep into the warm sand. My toes dug deep into the warm sand, My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes. My mind gone blank as I shut my brown eyes, Filling it with the sounds of the the rushed tide. Filling
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I hear the waterfalls. The powerful rumbling drowns out those memories – Memories of regret and calamities. I hear the trees. The crisp rustling of the leaves whisper over my thoughts, As they try to rationalize the consequences I’ve bought. I hear the rain. Every fall invades my conscience. Each drop a welcoming interruption. Finally,
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I do not ever dare lie next to him, Unsure of the events to soon follow. My feelings, I am sure, are of pure whim, My heart for him is nothing but hollow. Yet he makes me genuinely smile, And my laughter derives from purest joys. Not having known him for a long while, He
Simply Kayla 