How silly it was of me to say "You were in my dream, the other day!" When that world I entered in my sleep Was all my own, was me alone, entirely.
By Gabriel Huizenga22 days ago in Poets
Here I am, in the middle, between clouds and streetlights; stars and darkness, both above and below. Peering down, it is hard to see stars
By Gabriel Huizenga2 months ago in Poets
Greetings, weary time-traveler! Hello there, from the past; You've traversed many moments since this pen touched paper last.
Not sure which is worse, A span of distance or time; Both turn friendships blue.
There have been mornings like this before Filled to the brim with a strange and quiet light Which glimmers on otherwise dark surfaces
LED streetlights Painting an evening walk blue This gentle midnight.
in the still blue air the earth reaches for the sky like a yearning soul
The forest has always been cold. Strangely cold, deeply cold. And as far as anyone can tell, it always will be. At least, that is what all the locals say.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Beat
