6-26-14

I ask the moon,
have you seen the day?
Maybe that was a stupid question.

Hovering over empty streets,
he pries on the unknown.
His tragic flaws shine
upon solemn faces.

Darkness hums
a poor lullaby,
the light dismissing him
just as quickly as he came.

Writer's Block

I hate my journal
for the stacks of blank pages
taunting me

pages
my pencil dances above
but does so little
to touch

1-16-14

This week in my English class, we studied poetry including only a single idea and using as little words as possible. The result is my inspiration to edit a simple poem I wrote a few weeks ago...

The thick becomes more intense.

I am still here;

enduring.

A beaming light;

a hope.

I know the flame 

on the other side

won't flicker.