Embers
Written in 1983.
Shiny orange
turns to gray.
Starts from black,
some other way.
Brings a light,
so bright,
so dull.
Shines of warmth
that is so cold.
Are you Fire?
Are you Ice?
Or just an ember
of the past?
Written in 1983.
Shiny orange
turns to gray.
Starts from black,
some other way.
Brings a light,
so bright,
so dull.
Shines of warmth
that is so cold.
Are you Fire?
Are you Ice?
Or just an ember
of the past?
Written in February 1983. I am trapped within this cage. I can’t see or feel the cage, but I sense its presence. Is it me? Is it my peers? Is it life? Why can’t I fly? I want to be free! But how can one escape from something unseen, and untouchable? How can one be…
On October 13, 1982, my diary entry consisted of mostly a poem. I now share with you that entry. Just F.Y.I.: each diary was given a name. For my Junior year in High School, my diary was named Duval, after a guy I liked the previous year. He died his senior year in a terrible…
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
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