I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
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Darkness descends on the tower block, A female lamb bids farewell to the flock. The moon hangs high in the inky sky, and an underpass looms in the thick gloom:
By Rachel Lightfoot4 years ago in Poets
Once upon a timeβ¦. There lived a Princess Locked within a tower of bricks By a wicked, wicked witch. The wicked witch was named,
Suspension is like a half truth, Caught somewhere between The hard edge of honesty, And the softness of a lie. Frozen in outer space,
I cannot think of anything more dread than folk who speak of the weather, and share photographs of sliced bread; talking about who they will wed,
It slips through your hesitant fingers In no time at all When you Forget to send a letter, or are Too scared to heed the call.
I'm wondering about a thing, An old kind of knowing, A persistent feeling, A feeling that burns and stings. Like putting your hand into a flame,
I once looked into the eyes of God; Odd, As I didn't expect him To look back at me. To stare so intently As I just stood there,
I wonder, Is it real? Am I fooling myself again? This pull that I feel, is it really real? It calls to me through the ether,
I'm so tired of living inside of this box, Enduring constant headaches From frequent headlocks. Entombed within a wall of soft flesh,
That stone cold heart you hold tight to your chest; You believe it's clad in iron heavy and motionless. So it keeps you weighed down
You cast your line and it somehow found me in the depths: Dark water I'd fallen into some time before. A line to bind the land to the sea,
Outstretched on the windowsill, Strewn across the bed, Silk ribbons and chiffon Wound around their legs. A world of Feline fancies