Young Writers Society

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane

Goal = 10
Read 5 and log for every 1 written

Hey Starve! Not too late to start to get 10 poems! Great quote for an opener - one week of April to go~

Windbroken

concrete behemoths around me
frozen in an eternal winter
break apart
the sighs of the sea
summer is miles and miles away
yet all I have for wind are sighs.

sterile air-conditioning's slow cold,
constricting like a python around
my half-dreams
harkens them back to where the winds
had the power to break a man
dry knives under a moonless sky
stab me in the eyes,
their watering makes unseen stars twinkle.
the tears are not entirely in pain
mountain lakes are beautiful
(ends to fitful dreams.)