I take pen to paper and say the words I didn’t.Even while editing my mistakes, I can’t show any commitment.Instead, I stare at what I have—like watching grains fall from an hourglass. I’m not ready,I’m just not ready—ready for another love story. Outline after outline,I am not yet satisfied with it being just “All right.”Like […]
Crimson twirls—cackles of auburn pierce the night.Sunset faded hours ago,its warmth still burns— Hopeless,Scared, andAlone. These thoughts flicker as I stare into the flame—watching fragmented star light float to the night sky. This and “Locket” were poems I couldn’t record audio for. I think these two particular poems can stand alone.