A Poem, The Accusing Sun

In an upcoming novel that I am currently writing, the protagonist wrote the journal entry below: “The sun shines bright, glaring at a person like an accusing eye, an eye that had its eyelid torn off to mitigate the temptation of blinking. It refuses to lose sight of us as we wallow in the mire.”Continue reading “A Poem, The Accusing Sun”

A Poem, Pluck These Strings

I wrote this poem yesterday. It just came to me out of nowhere, so I just decided to go along for the ride. It follows the grueling grind of a puppet’s life and its personal struggle. With a tug and pull, I’m brought to lifeI’ve danced for peasants and kingsI do not want to liveContinue reading “A Poem, Pluck These Strings”

A Poem, Under The Bed

I wrote this creepy little poem months ago, I believe, around Halloween last year. We have many different fears when we are kids, such as “don’t go in the basement at night, don’t look in the closet, or don’t look under the bed.” This poem focuses on something lurking under the bed. Don’t be afraidContinue reading “A Poem, Under The Bed”

A Poem, No More Pins

I wrote this poem yesterday, and it is written from an interesting perspective. It is a doll that knows its purpose but does not want to be punished for wrongdoings anymore. I anticipate the pinsSharp with pain, it pierces meNow the healing beginsMy lips sewn shut but still I pleaI don’t want to feel thisContinue reading “A Poem, No More Pins”