Today’s Prompt: What makes you laugh? One time I (Jordyn) tried for approximately a minute to listen to calming dog music on youtube. Except it made me laugh uncontrollably even after the music quit playing. That was a strange day. I’ve never had an experience like that since, even on the few occasions where IContinue reading “January 7th, 2022/do dogs like anti jokes?”
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January 6th, 2022/our heroes are dead
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”
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”
quick announcement post
Literally being super quick about this. I’m working on posting the whole story of Graveyard of Lullabies to buymeacoffee. Go check that out if you’re interested. Here’s a poem for December to allay my conscious of trying to post a poem every month, and failing in November, unless you count a poem I posted onContinue reading “quick announcement post”
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)”
Jordyn Saelor 