So, I’ve decided to post one of my poems on here. In the future, more may show up, along with some of my stories. Possibly. This will contain anything I feel like adding, and someone wanted to read one of my poems, so I figured I might as well add it.
Fire!
Glowing orange warmth
An overheating life
Rocks glimmer in the hearth
Continuous strife.
And then…
POP!
Tiny rocks cover then, Having fallen from a long drop
The vintage Navaho rug full of warmth
Eyes drawn to the burning glow
It is as on the fire’s hearth
As screams lie low.
The heart moves rapidly,
Swallowing father’s favorite chair,
And there its ashes lie,
As we jump into the car.
Our eyes watch
Our home burst into the red orange glow,
We jumped into a flower patch,
And cried soft and low.
So, yeah, that was one of my poems. In no way is it related to any personal experiences…I’ll admit that. Hope you like it.
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