scribblingquill

The thick plastic tube lay. An alien vessel in our familiar pavement fields Half full with stick we dare not touch. He and I stared, scooped it up with glee ...

Changing My house, my family, shrunk to pinheads Voices muted, crackes through plastic holes Thunder reduced to whispers. How I had grown. I tried to shrink back, Remembering being tiny, ...

"Now here," i said Like this My breath didn't echo in the dark, not lonely We were cold, but full and real and tangible And happy. You don't always make ...

younger pupils in my school were asked to write a poem about themselves called "this Poem Is Me". Seeing the results, i found it interesting and wrote one myself. If ...

I want my fingers knotted, and Skimming ungrazed bones. Longing is too much for me, but I drag it unthinkingly out. I feel my lips tighten with drought, of Curves ...

Turn of phrase saved me, just. I do not vomit, phobia clots my mouth. I can lie, you know, I know I never told you that. My teeth shatter when ...

I just called you selfish Wholly unbroken but absorbing patience. I hurl hoarse blames and cries that had staled since we’d begun. Backbreak effort in trying to stay scarlet and ...

Is it shallow, you think, to think that your words are never enough? It’s never enough if you are not bending space beside me I find that I am too ...

I have stolen the corners of your lips, where they turn up, And hidden them in the base of my brain. You haven’t noticed yet, I’ve taken your flurrying fingertips ...