There once was an infant from Illinois Whom ate or dismantled her toys Her teeth tear through tires Her hands grip like steel pliers Unscrewing chair nuts and bolts brings her joy
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 17 – 1 AM
Whisper secrets through the phone Rather this than feel alone To know I’m just an option Why in love must we take such cautions Better me than her To feel this hurt But I always long To be proven wrong But for you this is…
In Love12am
Hey! Thanks for meeting me I know that you only have a few moments before she calls asking where you are- I have something to tell you and I really don’t know just how to say it without hurting or upsetting you. I’ve tried to…
Hour 16 – I Wish I Could Tell You
How I wish I could tell you That the days of slammed doors Harsh words Broken picture frames And lost opportunities Would be traded For tender touches Youthful joy And unconditional Love
Hour 15 – In the Garden
In the garden I am new Unburdened of the world’s issues Nurturing nature the way I was intended to Returned back to my roots Life’s simple if you choose In the garden I am old Reminisce of days past Caring for that which lasts Worry…
Hour 14 – The Frog Tree
Toss an acorn to the frog tree With wistful thinking in the valley Send my message to the moon I wish to see you soon Spin the wheel three times Don’t forget to close your eyes Dance and enjoy the time that flies I’ll see…
Hour 13 – Oak Trees
Return me to the oak trees at sunset Dance so that I may feel the beat Sing so that I may hear the melodies Find the silver lining Because I know where I’ll be
17. Fractals
The closer I got, the farther I was. You think you got it, its deceiving. The same pattern over and over and over again beyond dimensions. On each groove, there’s infinite more. Recursion. A blink of an eye, and your life ends, on one of…
Hour 12 – Soothing
Stumbling in the dark to find you To soothe your cries Ease your pain Caress your cheek Press my lips to your hair Shush you with my lullabies You are safe You are loved
Prompt 15
I crave the texture of crushed ice the cold it snuggles me When I run out I dream of it at night I never tire of it it gives me a welcome kick calms my neuroticism