I thought I had killed my heart, But I hear in beating beneath the floorboards, Covered in dust, hair, and neglect, But still beating nonetheless, pushing against my ribs, Until they may crack, a jailbreak long overdue. Is my heart flying away or into your arms?I am overly aware of everything, Every muscle, every blink, … Continue reading Imbalanced
Author: .lou
Someone Sparkly
She’s lovely,In that she’s easy to love.She’s the type of girl that,When she talks, whether loud or soft, Everyone holds their breath. Because every word out of her pretty lips,Is as wise as someone thrice her age,Her smile is starlight,Her laugh, the tinkling of bells.She’s lovely, In that she loves like it’s breathing. She’s the … Continue reading Someone Sparkly
Elements
Flickering flames of lightSizzling blaze of delightA glowing flower of lifeRed, orange, and yellowCalling out to me as if to say helloI will not approach you For despite your symphony of laughter One touch will lead to disaster Splashing shimmer of nightChaotic current of might Flowing desert of lifeLong, wide, and deepA crashing wave of … Continue reading Elements
When I’m sad
When I’m sad, I write poetry.I, not a poet, love poetry. It needn’t be sad,Sometimes it’s happy or mad,Not always tethered to the gloom,But a garden, where flowers bloom.When I’m sad, I write poetry,Though it’s not my forte.I much prefer a journal or essay,Sited, researched arguments to convey,Or, perhaps, novels and books,Where readers love even … Continue reading When I’m sad
Writer’s Block
Muse, I want… To write and paint, sing and dance, To let go of life’s restraint, and take a chance, To embrace all life brings,Succumbing to the finer things. But I cannot. I sit before a canvas white,Palette of colors once bright, Now abandoned, void of hues.Brushstrokes falter, as misery ensues. Muse, oh, fickle lover!Inspiration … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Why do I write?
I create. Ever since I was little, my closest companions have been my stories, transporting me to another world whether I wanted them to or not. I identify with Victor Hugo when he said, “A writer is a world trapped inside a person.” Growing up, the world within felt so big and consuming that I … Continue reading Why do I write?
Lived In
In youth, I sought perfectionResolving that beauty is smooth, unmarked skinThat a flawless face and perfect hair is how to obtain The thing I long for most, affectionAnd so, to live without fault became my baneDesperate to maintain a youthful hue I devoted my wealth, time, and dreams toThe art of a rosy complexion But … Continue reading Lived In
Based on “To Build A Fire”
I am a foreigner. The knowledge meant nothing to me when I first started this journey, but after the biting wind, which cuts through my coat like a knife, rips the map from my useless gloves, it’s time I face my own ignorance. I have been wandering, it feels, for ages. Not only am I … Continue reading Based on “To Build A Fire”
Stories
1937 just another boy Raised in a house with no furniture Poor but happy, he made himself useful Farm hand, mechanic, and everything in between Drank smoke like water Has the lungs to prove it 1940 just another girl Raised in a house too small for another Fatherless, what a scandal Wouldn’t let it hold … Continue reading Stories
Masterpiece
You're an artist?How come I never knew?after years beside you?You're an artist? No, I don't expect to be your muse,But I will get you the supplies to use.I don't want to give you grief,I just want to see what's hidden beneath,The mask of a smile you wear in for others,The wall of joy that smothers.You're … Continue reading Masterpiece
Lou.Summers 