she was calm and she was chaos
she was whiskey and cocaine
a cool breeze wrapped in leather
a quiet little hurricane
she rode through life on lightning
leaving fires in her wake
she was beautiful destruction
she was more than life could take
she's burned into our memories
in our hearts she'll always reign
our cool breeze wrapped in leather
our quiet little hurricane
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Devoured
My fingers dance across the yellowed pages of the library’s archaic volumes. Despite the candle illuminating the shelves, I’m not searching for a book. Instead, I’m relentlessly investigating the halls for a door to run from the horrible reality that consumed all our lives.
By Isabella Rose6 days ago in Fiction
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The first thing that stood out to me was your format. My favorite thing about poetry is the ability to be free. Every choice we making in writing poetry is like painting with words. You painted a story that I want to know more about. I like leaving with more questions than I came with. From your word choice to lack of punctation and more, I love your style. Also the visual was a perfect choice for so many reasons. While I was reading I kept refering back to it and thinking of new reasons for why it is so fitting. Wonderful!