A morning flight at the tip of light, Untangling vines of quarrels and spite, Swing back to unfinished work by the lagoon, And all this before the strike of noon. Nibbling lunch travelling across acres To perfect the dance of unwavering predators, Wings ache and eyes droop as I swoop home, Write a letter of… Continue reading A Worthy Investment
….And thus, I am pulled in four different ways. The one I run to for reason weeps for you the most, The irony of it all for she was sceptical day by day. Yet, it was the one I protected most who looks ahead, How the places have changed once I lost. But after I… Continue reading Little Paws, Perfect Stinger
Oh! The new places I’m off to! Troubles to cause and a list to do – Conquer new worlds like a game, But my glory will not feel the same If I conquer places without you! Love, The Little Novice
When I write poems, I normally don’t have to think about them. Often. Writing poems is more personal to me than creating a short story or fiction. A lot of my poems are personal. Almost all of them are inspired or based off a real event I’ve experienced, or my honest feeling toward something. Often… Continue reading Poetry’s Beauty
The cheering sparks of light in the sky
Hands clean canvases to the crowd below.
I am handed my canvas,
But I find it all ready,
Matted with canvas base.
I wondered why mine was marked,
When I haven’t said a word.
I bring it closer and I see,
A painting of you and me.
Our pasts, our regrets,
The moments we can never forget,
Have all been tattooed and sewn
Deep into the canvas core.
I’ve began my canvas with something in mind,
Which is why
The canvas is painted with us.
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The Little Novice
I know believing
will give me the light I’ve
always wanted to find, the
love I want to own and give
one day. I’ll find that light, some
way a bridge will form, later
or soon. Maybe it will be done
another day, but I’ll still love you.
The Little Novice