Do you imagine the rose like I do? Flitting across the stage in green dress and red hairㅡ darker than the rest of them and sharper tooBut she certainly manages to keep the eyes of her audienceAnd her cast mates’ wist When do you think they’ll notice her costume isn’t A costume, but a clueTo an underneath,…
I can use you to get to my treasure, the sweet gold you know the location of.Of course I’m not here for you, not when there’s so much more sitting on the bench in a locked room.But I need you to lead me the way sweetheart, no tricks or short-cuts.Is that so wrong? I’ve made…
I wonder if you know yourself as well as I know me, dancing around late at night under the transient lighting of a whirlwind of cars and stars. Do you notice how fast everything moves? What about how far away I’m getting? It seems like a bad idea to chase after you, so I don’t.…
The red boy stands across the line, holding out his hand. He begs you to follow him; all four fingers beckoning and curling around his intent, your gasps of breath broken up by the shudder that forces its way down your spine when you mistake the gesture for the pulling of a trigger. Somehow, the…
On days like today, you're a car between the subway doors. Not a big car, of course. A little toy car, red and rusting, that a four year old dropped from his carriage in the middle of a tantrum. Right in between the subway doors; and now your stuck, being trampled and kicked around. The…
I've done a lot of posts about Escapril this past month, mostly because it's been the only piece of non-work-related writing I've been doing. I thought, to end it off, it would be cool to see how the month went and how I coped with having to write something different each day. So, at the…
peel off piece after pieceof thinly skinned lipsdried flakeson moist tonguethe only thing in your bellyis the finger nails you chewed last nightare you full of hatred yet?because this meal’s just begun does your mouth salivate the way mine does?when your nail catches an imperfection on the side of your facerip tear scratch rip tear…
Because I was so busy this week (and completely lacked the urge to write, but don't tell anybody) I missed every single one of the escapril prompts. However, at the end of the week I mushed all the prompts together in an attempt to create a longer poem which incorporated everything. So here it is!…
For those of you who don't know, Escapril is a trend created by Savannah Brown to encourage people to write poetry. Each day there's a new prompt to ensure you can come up with something eloquent and creative. Hopping onto the bandwagon, I decided I'd take part just to see where it took me. So…
This month on Instagram, there's been a trend created by Savannah Brown where people have been using prompts to create wonderful poetry every day. The event is called Escapril (escaping into poetry every day in April-- such a cute title!) and anyone can participate! So, for this week's post I decided to write out a…
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