Writers' block

~~~~~ 

Wandering the barren, desolate slopes

Pondering to no avail;

Hiking mountains of dust, only to sink

Inspirationless, trying to think;

Calling, with no answer, empty

Nothing popping to mind;

Dried up rivers, dead trees 

No creativity to appease

The boredom and dejection

That encompasses,

Physically and mentally

Wearing the best down eventually. 

saturday morning

----

iced green tea, growling lawnmower, 

cars going down the street, sweatpants.

overcast sky, grey clouds, 

trees stretching high into the air.

pink pencil, friendship bracelet,

open planner, lip gloss, leaves.

rain falling softly, metallic smell,

saturated fresh-cut grass. hair

in a braid, knee tucked up against a 

desk, painted eyelashes, 9:54 a.m.

Shattering glass-

Seeping scarlet-

Whispers whipping

Relentlessly;

Careful steps-

Slinking clouds-

Pouncing on a silvery moon

Before chilled breeze sweeps away

Any remaining doubt;

But then, too late -slipping- 

The impact of a

Body on hard grey brick

Though expected, 

Never happens;

Instead, startled eyes-

Wide, flitting-

Heart pounding,

A flurry of embarrassment;

Met simply with a gentle smile,

Outlined by that lucid moon; 

And from that point on,

blooming softly

Like morning glories

Upon the sun arriving.

My multi-colour eyes

Lost in your aMbeR ones,

That doting gaze, contrasting

With the blazing sunset, filtering 

Through your soft brown hair, 

Occasionally caressed by that

Salty sea breeze which you so love,

Pulling forth those first memories. 

Fireflies

~~~~~

Flitting though and between

the shadow-slinking trees;

Surveying the deep darkness

lilting on night breeze; 

Empty silence overbearing,

to be broken, a single cricket;

then a flash, luminescent 

in the direction of the thicket; 

Once again, silence, 

darkness consumes all,

for an instance or two,

before starting, now a dazzling ball;

Graceful ladies, painted shells

Bright gentlemen showing off their lights

While the women sit patiently, waiting for a dance;

moths with their silky dresses twirling,

crickets chirping the night away with their lively chorus. 

A day at sea

~~~~~ 

Churning up shards of dazzling white

glass to be cast away

into the surging mix

of molten emerald and onyx;

shattering the fragile surface,

and the illusion of pure sapphire beneath;

gliding swan-like at times,

faltering and swaying —indecisive— at others;

all while soft, wispy cerulean fades

off into smooth, clear amber honey,

then melting into a startling, vivid vermillion. 

Once there was a bird

who nobody heard

he loved to eat lemon curd

and that turned him into a bird

who nobody heard

and then there was a cat

that loved to eat rat 

and wore a green hat

and was very fat

Friends forever.

A New World~ in Haikus

What if i told you

this world isn't spherical,

but terrian unknown 

shapes the divine stage

for we the gen z actors

false words flow, rivers 

The prompt was write a horror poem... well, I was definitely scared of myself after reading over my work. 

I have a feeling some of you will find this relatable...

Broken, What's New

D o n ' t   s c r e a m - - -
souls are trapped in the depths of
gen z angst, fighting for a better world---
do the tears pool every time you
see the world as it is?
i want to give you a mind unridden with
virus, call for help---
this sickness was not a fault of yours, my dear, i
wish my fingers could wrap the greatest gift--- 
hope