Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
Grapes, nature's nectar Frosted peel and stem, drips to Grant us honeyed lips
By M Dannenfelser8 months ago in Poets
Spring mist feels far off The air now crisp will give way To warm breezy haze
Casket beneath soil But not my heart. 'Til then, I Knock for you again
The earth shakes. A field of soot covered sunflowers Fight to bloom again
Dad left, taking with Him all the air in the room Mom's flame, extinguished
Drowned in an ocean Of my own making, the tide Looked so inviting
Don't walk home alone Your spirit may burn bright, but Darkness will find you
What good are tears, they can't quench a plant's thirst, only sow seeds of sorrow
It spreads like wildfire When fear becomes dangerous Knowledge extinguished
He told me to smile I fired back, and what he did Scorched marks on my soul
In her heated gaze Gales of the squall, bind me to Darkened ocean floor _____ Her caress was the Boiling tide, washing away
They burned witches then Now the same people burn books For the same reasons
