Gradient so high,
A random day in the sky,
Routine to defy.
"A little space to be creative."
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Merritt Xavier and writers in Poets and other communities.
Settling in creak, I think it's sleek, Little and meek, Even a bit off-peak, Noticing the shriek, Chills my cheek, Enlivening my antique.
By Merritt Xavier2 years ago in Poets
As a boxer in your ring I would fight for you but never against you unless I must fight for us . As a dancer on your stage
By Justin Keelingabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Rain blurs my glasses. Feet strike pavement—we talk. A rainbow breaks through.
By Aubrey Rebecca2 days ago in Poets
Beach bumming in a small Caribbean beach town sounded like a perfect way to end our 6-month trip through Mexico and Central America. Or so we thought. The foul, fishy stench of rotten seaweed hit our nostrils as we stepped from the cramped bus and looked out at a rather depressing, empty, and underwhelming black sand beach. It was pouring with rain, and we had to quickly fish out our ponchos. We thought, this couldn’t be it, could it?
By Sh*t Happens - Lost Girl Travel7 days ago in Wander
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.