Freckled nose and auburn curls Gee, Cherry sure rocked his world She wasn't the type of girl to wear ribbons and pearls No high heeled shoes
By McKenzie McQuade2 months ago in Poets
Just myself on this long highway ride Stole my daddy's old muscle car I knew he'd be pissed when he realized he was stranded at the bar
In the tall grass prairie Used to roam large buffalo Until an old farmer not by the name of Fred Because that was his brother, named Joe instead
Thought lay quiet in their beds While by the cozy fireplace their owner dozed Book slack in hand that previously was being read
By McKenzie McQuade3 months ago in Poets
Tonight void of stars in the midnight sky Just the same an empty head Not remembering the last time she'd written him a letter dutifly expected to be read
The day started out with rain Lifting her mug from the table revealed a perfectly circular coffee stain imprinted on an eggshell piece of paper
By McKenzie McQuade4 months ago in Poets
This thing I've been living with all of my life sits upon my shoulders and I call it my head For a girl I consider it a pretty case for another thing I like to call my brain
The coal's flame dwindled in the fire pit Fair and cold lay the red headed maiden Alone in the winter wood Chill wind whispered through her frizzy braids
Peacefully Purring Sleep fully Snoring This dull and dreary morning Would be the old Witch's grey tabby Curled up in his half hollowed pumpkin bed
By McKenzie McQuade5 months ago in Poets
Under city street lights Standing on the sidewalk of a lonely concrete bridge Silently I gazed down at the water and pondered my life currently not so bright
Deep in the woods beneath the overgrowth and moss Guarded by the massive roots of an ancient tree Placed a stone cavern used as shelter by innocence lost
By McKenzie McQuade6 months ago in Poets
This pretty little kitty is anything but brazen and bold He's been adopted by a woman slave to the grimm days of old She lives in a shabby little cabin