from now on only the
incorrect and not innocent conversations count
near the only section of water
always moving and never completely standing still
like a nightmare you wake from and yet
can not believe you fell back into
opening up a window after a long
night of dismembering freddie and killing michael meyers
needing caffeine is the understatement of the year
essentially the last straw is the most important one
cannot relieve any anxiety by
terminating the last thing worried about
if the most recent concern feeds into the next one
only the inner war seems undefeatable
new ways to fight the storm with my own light
staying thankful for what worked right
About the Creator
Jay Beastley
I love to write and do art. I write tons of poetry, and fiction and nonfiction. I have been wanting to put some out; so tell me what you think. I mostly do arcostic, which is a poem where the first letter of each line spells out the title.
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Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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