siglinde
there are approximately six hundred thirteen
thousand three hundred ninety two people
in stuttgart, yet the city feels like a ghost town without you in it
the...
He thought we kissed each other
for the attention of others.
But what he didn’t know
was that when he wasn’t looking
she grabbed my arm,
lead me into the bathroom,
and showed me...
Your door
The past is a bucket of ashes
That unfortunately I was burned in
Still… there is no treasure in this world
No millions or billions that I would take
To live in a world...
Your Song
Every word I write
Sings it’s own melody
A song that you know
Intimately yours
And the words intertwine
A harmony of lyrics
The lullabies of our souls
Melded as a chorus
A Memory Called Yesterday
mikefrawley:
She came with springtime
songs of laughter
and morning thunder
I’d only empty words to return
arrayed in hues of misty grey
her...
Ferris Wheel
I try and scrape us
together. Cut words,
and paste them into
existence. Breathe
life into the lungs
of love. Write your
Image into verse.
There are
no words,...
THANK YOU!
Thank you, editors, for the prose feature of Love Letter #7! I feel honored! (First ever prose feature!)
Canoe
Shores rise with
Sunlight.
Burnt skin,
Burnt buds of fire
Sticks
Sizzled fine
Ashore rock upon
Dirt of wine cooler
Laughs and
Bubbled bong stories
About good
Old days when
The frost is forming
forming slow
slow is death
death of fauna and fame
fame dwindles, heads bow
bow low, shoulders sag
sag they do, weighed down
down deep the heart weeps
Brought together by life’s events,
both good and bad,
twisting and braiding to guide us
to where we are today -
looking forward to a combined future.
And yet…
If I held...