An old washstand from my Daddy’s land Genre: Rhyming Poetry
The light above me flickers Softly like fireflies Warning: I tend to write a lot of poetry when I’m upset. I was feeling crippled by self-doubt when I wrote this. So I apologize.
We wait, For Halloween night,
I know a bit about life’s game
You want to turn the savage tame?
I’m tired seeking mountains to climb contemplating a crime
ODE TO A TOE THE TABLE SLIPPED DROPPING DOWN BELOW I STUCK MY FOOT WHERE IT SHOULD NOT GO
Mirror Mirror on The Wall Who is the fairest of them all
Rubble woman: separating truth from trash.
so ephemeral and bright/must squint from the piercing light
Find me the button I’m not hellbent Genre: ABABWarning: MENTAL HEALTH
The rats appear at midnight Seeking for food to a bite Genre: poetry
There’s a boat on the water calling her name While tides lift and drag beneath the horizon Genre: Free Rhyming VerseWarning: None