the floating dimension
cornered in space
the four walls, the fine
lines. the contours, the size. the
way you blow my mind
it’s the place to be
the place to be alive. the
sun, islands, the wild
i dreamed the Earth was
Me. i looked down and there was
nothing underneath
how do I feel so
confined, when it’s only as
big as I can think?
About the Creator
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Keep reading
More stories from Yasmin Ben-David and writers in Poets and other communities.
Lullaby lies
American war propaganda, the hero sings a lullaby
By Yasmin Ben-Davidabout a year ago in Poets
Frankie's Song of the Week: Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter
A little something different from me while I deal with the strain of writers block. I thought I'd do a song of the week, because I have been surely annoying my neighbours and my friends with this absolute musical GEM. I am of course talking about Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter.
By Frankie Martinelli7 days ago in Beat
Comments (1)
I appreciate how you're experimenting with the structure of a senryū, keep it up!