Tiny Story–Haunting
With the Ouija board discarded, how can you not notice the chill that dangles threads of your hair and coils them ’round your ear? copyright Marie Meyers, 2013
Tag Archives: poetry
Rainbows Do Come
Rainbows Do Come.
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I didn’t really know you. You were just another friend. But when I got to know you… I let my heart undend. I can’t bare to think of my last memeories It would only make me sad So I had to forget my first love. And give another try. And now I love you. And […]
“Rasberry!!”
As I lie in my bed, Your name always in my head All I can think of is you baby, And everything that you do. Like the way you look Makes me feel like I’m dreaming, You always brighten my day Especially when I make you smile. No longer are my days a trial Your […]
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Lipgloss plastered, that way the smile stays stiff and the frown can’t transfer. Because really –can a person truly kiss cracked lips or love a breaking heart? Make-up caked faces hide the body’s imperfections, in a world where everyone still searches for “love everlasting”; You once told me, that before the altar is forever, then […]
When I was younger I wrote poems for my mother. They weren’t anything fancy, nothing award winning or of literary sensation—just short, small, not-even-more-than-a-few-lines poems; the kind short enough to be haikus but just lacking that rhyming scheme. I was sitting on her custom designed Windows computer—customized to be an easy-to-use gadget for the blind […]
Hollow Men (T.S. Elliot)
Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without […]
Yesterday a stranger stood next to me at the bus stop. He turned to me and tipped his hat ‘How are you?’ he asked me. I opened my mouth to reply, but just then the bus, she came. So the man just looked at me and smiled, ‘Just answer me tomorrow.’ -MAL
Chasing Pavements (Old Post)
Utterly down, blue; the pigment of the sky, only deeper, like a rainstorm gray. Falling, like the quarter the little Italian child dropped from Pisa; it landed five meters away. Drowning, in sad-colored garments, hues of emotions melded in cast-iron, forming a sculpture of deformity, knocked off a table, broken, shattered beyond repair; dead —and […]
Hello.
So, this is the new blog, after deciding that I’d rather have this than my livejournal (although I’m going to feed from it if I can). Hello, everyone! It is the 3 of June, summer has started, high school is over, and now it is time to let the stupid times begin. On this blog, […]
