A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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How do you mark the passage of time? Is it in birthdays? Years? Events? Moments? Some people don’t even recognize the passage of time. We did though, we always did.
By KB6 days ago in Fiction
Wondrous were women who worked with words Weaving warmth with wanting Writing when wolves wagered west Waiting with wizen wives
By KB7 days ago in Poets
This waiting in line is surely trying Like a quiet walk in the park to find a baby crying. “Are we almost done?” he asks while tugging on my shirt.
By KB10 days ago in Poets
With you, this rose, means I want to see more of you I can see myself falling in love with you, too I’m literally elated that he is going to meet my family, and friend
By KB22 days ago in Poets
Wandering through streets Nowhere to go or to be Hair sticky with sweat
By KB29 days ago in Poets
When the streets were lined With electrical wires And papa was here. *** I heard these whispers From my own papa today
By KBabout a month ago in Poets
Slipping through my hand Her blonde hair has turned brunette It's not as it was.
A ticking time bomb When the sun starts to lower And I have to sleep.
I used to win. I’d win all the time. Now it has come Few and far between. *** I stopped winning When my childhood ended.
By KB2 months ago in Poets
Sitting at breakfast Eating my bowl Of soggy cereal Left out while I brushed my teeth Blood rushes Out of my fingertips
The moonlight seems so soft Outlining your curves and edges Dancing on glass The rarity appears That it shall not break
Loving strikes of gold Beneath unadorned beauty Floating in the air *** Waiting for capture The waters fill our burned eyes
