Go rogue, my fears. For today, I free you. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. It’s judgement day. Advertisements
Missed, for fear hasn’t come in the longest time. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. Pray. I will.
She smiled, but time didn’t slow Like I thought it would She smiled and I was smiling She smiled, but there wasn’t Fading to black and white Nor did the gray skies turn blue She smiled and I was smiling She smiled, at a stupid joke I made, hardly even original She smiled and I … More And I Was Smiling [Micro-Poetry]
I can’t stop convincing myself that I’m still me. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. I’ve earned it.
“Going out for coffee” she whispers to herself. A face startled her awake. She almost didn’t recognize her pale, tired reflection on the window. She checked her watch. Her ass ached from a little over five hours on the cramped bus seat. Everyone else around her was asleep. It was a 10-hour-long ride and she … More February [Short Story]
You know I’ll be around when your heart starts tearing, When it gets harder to breathe and you start heaving, And the room gets darker and hope seems fainter, When The End is in sight and you can’t be any more eager. You know I’m there, before I can even say. The second your heart … More Pavlovd [Poetry]
Was there a start without an inevitable end? When lines reach the edge, Do they keep going or simply bend? Why are these letters addressed, If you had no intention to send? Was there a go that had no inevitable stop? Can I surpass gravity – to fall and never drop? How low can I … More Was There [Micro-Poetry]
Through death; post-grim Her voice still ring. In still she instilled A steady growing din. Unspoken words, uncovered. They claim: A secret, her secret: one’s to be seen. Rest, she’ll never. By restless words, she lives. Unawake till never The sun set again. Another piece to the puzzle: her unknowable mind. For the brute to … More Deciphered in Carbon [Poetry]
You lost? She blinks once. How drunk did you have to be to hear the moon? You deaf too?, the moon asks – but it wasn’t the moon – a boy was sitting on the roof just outside the window. She sticks her head out for a better look. The moonlit boy shrugs and sinks … More Strangers Lost [Short Story]
Outward image White dry lies Diamonds in the sand White dry sand Self-perception White dry lines Outside looking in I don’t think I’m having fun Crossed some lines White dry eyes I shouldn’t have Maybe The quiet me White dry skies Cracked lips Quiet me © coversonyourbed Word count: 45 I keep trying to impress the … More Cool is a Myth [Poetry]