As the moon climbs over the hill, The creatures out in the wild Wary of the noise, less heard And the air breathless There’s something awry in the air tonight Both mystical and dark, unclean, Shadows are lurking by old stone walls In wait for…
Tag: #hour7
The Season of COVID-19
The season of COVID-19, came upon us slowly, from China Slowly, as it moved around the globe We watched in silent horror We saw the death and devastation Still, we were unprepared. During the season of COVID-19, we shut ourselves away and hoped we were…
The Sound of Silence (Hour 7)
I hear the melodic notes and can’t help but cringe. I can’t explain why. When I hear the artsy, folksy tunes of today and yesterday, I roll my eyes. When I hear the upbeat, funky pop music of today and yesterday, I shut it off….
Maybe a Song
We cast a spell to protect us from unkindness and people who adore celebrities. “I wish our spell included protection against houseflies.” I mutter, waving them off to pester another. Silently and to myself, I warn the fly. I don’t want to kill you, But…
Phoenixlike
We might die and leave the earth But memories will stay with worth We might die and leave them here But our good deeds won’t disaappear Like good old phoenix we will come back When time is right we will fly back For sure its…
She
In the quest of her realm She was a wandering soul Discovering life She grew And knew that she herself was a gem! In the thirst of knowledge She was a wondering soul Totally in aww of herself Constantly questioning her identity Somehow she knew…
From the Inside Out (Hour 7)
FROM THE INSIDE OUT Inside out, outside in. Break my body, slam my brain, to fit the golden ratio of beauty. Two hours, three hours at the gym, counting calories, watching Macros, but a Mesomorph can never be an Ecto. So fuck the scale and…
Hour seven
Inside out Don’t tell me to love you inside out when she lingers on your tongue, but your tongue spells my name.
Baby Girl
My baby girl, full of Grace strong, beautiful, radiant. Seeing past the pain until it overwhelms and engulfs once more. My baby girl, full of Grace, trying to breathe trying to calm until she can rest, but not progress. My baby girl, full of Grace…
Vines
Along the way to My old school lies a rundown Old house With walls Covered in chipped paint And beautiful vines