The little girl, oh such a lonely girl. Crying tears of joy, But never with a friend. Alone in their home, Never to leave or explore, For the ancient texts is all they need.   What they need, The little girl, She needs to explore, To find joy, A true home, She needs a friend. … Continue reading Little Girl →

Leaves fly in the wind, Dance between the trees of life, Swaying, free of bond.

Early December in Croton-on-Hudson By Louise Glück Spiked sun. The Hudson’s Whittled down by ice. I hear the bone dice Of blown gravel clicking. Bone- pale, the recent snow Fastens like fur to the river. Standstill. We were leaving to deliver Christmas presents when the tire blew Last year. Above the dead valves pines pared … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p17 →

A boy, Black hair hanging over his Beautiful grey eyes, He’s perfect.   My heart, It beats faster, And faster, I love him!   He sits under the tree Pink flower petals falling to his feet, Bowing to him, Serving him.   All he has to do is read For nature to accept His rule. … Continue reading We’re Meant To Be →

Bloom Wither Gone   Bloom Wither Gone   Bloom-   This cycle must end.   Bloom Grow Rule   Bloom Crushed Gone   The King refuses to allow others to live?   Bloom Rebel Die   Not again!   Bloom Die Rebirth   Destroy   The world, dammit! Why? I just wanted a change Something … Continue reading Bloom →

Inquisitor the inquisitive quisitor, Finding truths in lies, Uncovering secrets in other worlds Far, far away. She dances with demons, She lies with witches, Losing her blood To the fiends of Hell, All to find the truth beneath the disguise. Our little Inquisitor changes herself to fit into the crowds, she grows horns, a pointed … Continue reading Inquisitor →

The grey and black roll in corrupting the blue of the sky and crackling with power. The roars of the mythical dragon are heard through the golden city. The scales seen rippling through the clouds, lightning flickering in it’s blue eyes, silver cracks covering the black and grey scales as it beats its wings, sending … Continue reading The Dragon’s Rage →

November Night By Adelaide Crapsey Listen. . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall. This poem is honestly pretty simple. It's like a snapshot, catching a small, simple moment. Though, it has pretty decent imagery. A cold night in November, the leaves and plants … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p16 →

10:13 on a Wednesday, still sitting in the cafe, sipping on my coffee, waiting for the customer to arrive. A young girl comes in, wearing a navy scarf and a black jacket, ordering a hot chocolate to fight off the cold. A man, tall and lanky, Tired, dark circles under his eyes, He orders some … Continue reading Daily Life in a Starbucks →

The Dew and the Bird Alexander Posey, 1873 - 1908 There is more glory in a drop of dew, That shineth only for an hour, Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings Within the noonday of their power. There is more sweetness in a single strain That falleth from a wild bird’s … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p15 →