Tagged inkwell

The phone of Emma, where art thou? I had only seen thee once, or thrice, yet I cannot recall. It mustn't be far, nor can it be close, for it may well be a mere dream. I had heard of its locale last with the...

Can’t you dream of impossible things? meet me in the middle of the darkest room: expand my mind              lift my heart kiss my knuckles               crush my...

Belle, defined is beautiful But I am more than what meets the eyes When hope deserts my life I persist When insecurities make camp in my thoughts I proceed I trod along, never looking back I put...

6 a.m., been stuck in a foxhole wide awake all night waiting for the enemy, the pouring rain has us covered in gravy, and the fun dip from the ground is stuck in our licorice boots. We stacked up mounds of...

Miles down a gravel path I'm quietly counting the seconds Lounging one arm on the steering wheel Aiming for home, yet Nothing seems tangible On the...

I stand at winter’s edge and plead for sun; New England days of wintry light conceal what warmth was present—now just slim to none. The clouds do swell and all the lakes congeal, cadet blue-sky that...

Starlight in a bird’s eye view A midnight blue on a resting sea It’s a big bright star amidst an inky night The flame alight in a child’s mind   Limitless what imagination can...

I knew the man who stabbed me I’ve only met him a few times He’d come in to give my boss, his wife, lunch Or the keys to the car That she drove to work His daughter and son worked there...

I walk down a narrow path filled with a dark sense when I hear the babbling brook laugh but it's choking and tense. I feel sharp eyes on my back that make me spin around to see all that I...

It’s trying. The color changes every time I look at it. Jet black, and tinged red. I don’t think it’s a black widow. It bit me three times before I found it Dangling off the sleeve of...