| These are all of the poems that I feel proud of. |
Poetry.
Windmill FieldWhite whirls one thousand times over, triple arms knifing sky. Morning's mist whips around each beam, a widow longing for the slow strokes of her vagabond's touch,Windmill Field
his sandleaf calligraphy, rough and swift,
anxiously exploring the low of her spine.
Beach grass chutes unfurl and yawn. Drink in every charred light drop possible. Play tag and weave in their windloom textiles rich with photosynthesis, green shadows hatched
against silver erasers and an unknown something's visceral, damp sorrow.
These one thousand poles, however, do not cowe
by =Osiristhrasher06
Short stories.
ArachibutyrophobiaIt’s punishment time. Ramsey just kicked my dad in the throat.Arachibutyrophobia
He's only four, but he knows how to brawl. He's a scrapper. Most days it's the same: my parents get home from work and watch the news, all the while not making one peep. If someone asks them a question during their quiet time, they say they just want to relax. Because they had a hard day at the office, and it's their goddamn right to do so.
I really don't complain--I'm an agreeable person--but my brother, Ramsey, always interrupts them with one thing or another. He raises it to an art form: "Mommy, did you know it's 5:37?”, "Daddy, I want to pl
by =Osiristhrasher06
The Meaning of LifeIt's funny. Even as the plane dive bombs, we all follow orders. Our seats remain locked and upright, and there are no screams. At least, there aren't any louder than the air's searing in two. It isn't a matter of whether. It's a matter of when.The Meaning of Life
We all know we're already dead.
My stomach is used to the aching butterflies. I've never enjoyed the feeling, but my father forced me onto roller coasters as a child, promising me that if I did not go, I'd be grounded. Some dad, right? It seemed like a stupid reason to be punished, though I knew that deep down, he really just wanted to be a kid. He just wanted to have fun wit
by =Osiristhrasher06
haiku and eastern.
Visual Poetry
| Experiments. |
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