Poetry

Angels and DemonsI dreamt the world died today. I looked up at the crystal blue day and saw people fall from the sky; Like angels shot down from heaven. They fell onto the flooded streets flowing With scarlet red blood. The grounds shaking as if Mother Earth Would have the last laugh. The buildings cracked,

Winter and BooksSnowdrops, raindrops tap softly on the roof; trees rustle, snowshoes crunch in quiet measure beyond the door. The fireplace crackles, a teapot whistles, a book opens with a tired creak, pages breathing life into the room. Laughter and flirtation, arguments and fights, echo faintly down

Cough, Sneeze, PukeI’m sick today. The whole world is moving at its usual pace, But I swear everything has s-l-o-w-e-d right down. I’m trying to lie still, But my head feels like I’m on a roller coaster. It’s going uP, Down and ROunD And ROunD My throat is on fire. I try to keep cooling it down with juice, with cough

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