Poem: Amongst the Stars
I sit amongst the stars waiting, resting. Perhaps I should come down settle my toes into the earth. But I can’t imagine settling so close to things that are buried. It might be too easy to pick up a shovel...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
I sit amongst the stars waiting, resting. Perhaps I should come down settle my toes into the earth. But I can’t imagine settling so close to things that are buried. It might be too easy to pick up a shovel...
Fading Into Fall Autumn leaves flit away from branches like springtime birds.
This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life. Empty your pockets of the strength you stole...
Every day I feel more awake Heavier and heavier my soul does fake And with this tide of emotion I feel sick with the commotion Every day I feel more enlightened than the day before So much so I wonder...
Welcome to the Dusty Poems series where I share poems I wrote back in college. We’re coming down to the last few poems in this series. It has been fun to share these poems and to look back at these...