Today’s Prompt: Who is someone that inspires you and why? I have a superpower, I raised myself on the milk of my own dreams. When I was in 1st grade, I wanted to be an engineer like my parents. I knew engineers designed roads, but I didn’t know what designing roads was. When I wasContinue reading “January 6th, 2022/our heroes are dead”
Category Archives: poetry
January 4th, 2022/a haiku
Today’s Prompt: What was your favorite toy as a child? Summer days, basement a capture the flag warzone. Stuffed animals play. One of my favorite toys as a child? A multitude of stuffed animals and the imaginary games I played with them and my siblings. Capture the flag included. We had one game where ourContinue reading “January 4th, 2022/a haiku”
January 2nd, 2022/when road trips wander far
There lies a road in the emptiness of space. If you set yourself free of this solar system, abandon the recognizable light of our star, and just float– a million pathways will call to you. There lies a road in the emptiness of space, a multitude of gravity strings, tugging at my toes, stars andContinue reading “January 2nd, 2022/when road trips wander far”
Shatter (a lonely Christmas poem)
One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.
knife of petals, cut the earth
And I am born of the dreamers’ deadliest desires.
Not what you liked, Dahlia, you who are down to earth?
Every petal takes a cut against my worth,
Productive/Raw
Hi everyone! Because of the formatting of this poem, I found it much easier to add images of the poem instead of trying to format it accurately on WordPress. Hope you enjoy!
A half-revised article on failing
My original title idea for this was “No revisions: article on failing.” Because I had in mind the idea that I should fail in some way as I write about failing, about how failure is trying is improving and learning. Except then the idea of actually posting something that I hadn’t revised at all freakedContinue reading “A half-revised article on failing”
down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)
Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons just enough to question the glass to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”
Haiku #7
Haiku number seven out of seven haikus on hope. This is the end people :(
At night, cacti bloom
pink to oppressive shadow.
Color to the black.
Haiku #6
Haiku #6 goes like this (super dramatic first line, I know): An old, aching tree
about to tumble, roots weak.
Enduring hope hurts.
Fair warning, I wrote most of this post
