With You, Singing (a lullaby)
Poem
22 lines
Poem
22 lines
I'll be close, never say goodbye / Dreaming's sweet, just a pretty lie
I'll be close, never say goodbye / Dreaming's sweet, just a pretty lie
Peeling back the icy skin / We wrap like armor around our hearts
In the last few months, I've posted the following because of the 365 Challenge:
Words: 32,849
Lines: 388
This doesn't count the thousands of words or hundreds of lines of poetry I've written that was not for the challenge or that hasn't been posted.
The scribbler is happy.
So for the next so long, you'll be getting batched updates because I'm writing 2 count per day. This time 'round, I was particularly pleased with the poem, and if I were going to submit any of these, it would be "By the Numbers."
Sometimes we get weary. Really, bone-tired weary.
So a whole new set of characters, I know, but this was actually the first team I ever developed of this world. Team five. It was kind of nice to find they matched the prompt.
This is a sequel of sorts to “Bridge.”
I swear, I’ll write you some prose off this prompt. Just not this time.
You’re riding me hard, and I’m put away wet. / My soul like His cloak is a gamble, a bet.
So I was reading too much in Poetry Magazine and this first line came into my mind—then kept going.
Answer, turn and answer / Then turn the stone again
Two drabbles, a double-drabble, and a poem. Thanks for the prompts, y'all! Keep 'em coming.
So I hadn’t meant for this to be so depressing and horrible, but um… There it is in black and white—the reason Hayley is the way she is.
A double-drabble.
I wanted a plethora of quick drabbles. This is one of the few pieces that didn’t look liked I crammed a short into a flash. It’s also the first finished prose snippet of the world. Yay.
bound by spheres of glass // as the songbirds sing // they growing ever younger
So it took longer to format this than to write it! Ah, well. Inspired by a version of Rachelle and Justus that will never be, as they’ve been commandeered by the Kingdoms and Thorn world. A bit of romance, en brief.
Two not for the 365 Challenge, but just because I wanted to.
mirror, mirror that reflects / in the glass you see your face / mirror, mirror, show my dreams / your body moves with studied grace
dead words upon a page / concatenated ink / don't call it litterae