Absolutely not,
I say looking at this prompt of the day,
gazing off into the horizon,
head stuck in my own thoughts,
i got this app for poetry,
i say while still writing out this poem,
how easy is it,
to fit,
500 words,
in a poem,
maybe 500 lines would be easier,
even if i rattle off words,
cucumber,
antidisestablishmentarianism,
i’m,
you,
but im not you,
you are you,
and i am i,
in a way you,
the...
The walk was long and unending,
It was all we could do to get away from the impending,
I held onto my daughters hand,
my wife beside her in command,
paranoid thoughts fermenting,
the tunnel stretched out un-ending,
we couldn’t keep pretending,
we would die here away from the mainland,
our skeletons holding each other in the sand,
our souls left unbending....
10,
We learned it first on the news last week,
9,
The moon was incoming towards Earth,
8,
We thought it was a joke,
7,
stores shut down,
6,
people visited their families for the last time,
5,
Birds stopped singing their song
4,
The moon took up the entire sky,
3,
bathing even night in light to look like day,
2,
I closed my eyes and held my children close,
1,
whispering my love to them,
0....
She tasted like apple cider,
smelled like cinnamon and campfire smoke,
words warm and cold she spoke,
but i knew i could never provide her,
for she moved to much like a spider,
red, oranges and yellows she wore as a cloak,
colors so bright and beautiful i could choke
listening to the birds as i lay beside her.
though autumn never lasted long,
getting too cold far too fast,
leaving me alone to lis...
She came to me first in a dream,
her words smooth like honey,
sweet like cream,
gracing the earth with weather only sunny.
She was everything I need,
warmth always around her,
taking care of even the nastiest of weeds,
she was my summer.
But summer ended,
and with it she went,
the cold of autumn suspended,
leaving me to torment.
winter came and along it a revelation,
my summer was nothing but a...
he’s looking at me again,
beady eyes too big for his long face,
small flat nose,
bright silver hair,
i sit seated in his class everyday,
shivers creep up my spine,
a tingling on the back of my neck,
sharp cold of fear when he walks past,
what is he,
for certainly the new science teacher isn’t human,
bags under my eyes,
late nights spent researching the supernatural,
werewolves,
vampires,
elves,
no...
