La Salida del Sol

La Salida del Sol
por Lin S.

Estoy encantada por la salida del sol,
Cada día yo la bebo.
Yo Nunca estaré cansada o aburrida,
Con la promesa de un día nueve.
Con cada respiración,
Tengo la oportunidad vivir,Y viviré un vida que significa algo, al menos.

Bare Skeletons

by Lin Sheppard

The bare skeletons
of winter haunt
my wake.
Their fruitless branches try to
seduce and decieve
me from my state
To suck away my soul
to tear away my whole.

snarl, snarl

In this barren land,
I'm afraid my rock will turn
to sand.
If I keep in mind my sanity
I won't return to vanity.

creep, creep

These knobby, gnarly bones creeping
to snare the heart,
Can pierce straight through
with a single dart.

crunch crunch

War

“War”
by Lindsey Sheppard

To not comply is not
to hate,
As to comply is not
to love.

To disengage is not
to peace,
Nor war to peace
as well.

Opposing forces may both
be right,
But likely,
both have fault

To take from one
and give to all,
Requires all to sacrifice
in the end

And the grayish shades
that fill the shadows,
Aren’t gray
But black and white.

If Love Should Have Wings

If Love Should Have Wings
By Lin Sheppard

The quaint creature hopped
and perched on the sill,

I gave him my crumbs,
when I’d had my fill.

Then a dizzying whirlwind zipped past
the curtain’s flow.

And if love should have wings,
it flew through my window.

A frightening bombardment on orderly taste,
alarmingly shaking that painstakingly paced.

Without singing a chirp,
It stole from my eye-

The twinkle within-
Wishing dreams much too high.

So that I’m weary for soft touches and gazing at stars
So that I can’t even bear when you venture too far.

Suddenly, you deserted
me at the clouds.

And flapped swiftly away
Without a sorry or sound.

Now my hear beats sorely and I look out still,
Where you first beckoned me, at the windowsill.

hello- welcome to the blog. For my first post, here's a rather depressing bit i wrote 2day

"Sad Realization"

I looked down where
My leg moved-
An unconscious blockade.

She sat down beside me.
She was so different, misplaced.
A bug I had invited once,
And now returning without welcome.
I exchanged a vacant hello,
Pretending still to be kind.
I breathed a sigh of relief and regret-
As She left.

And it suddenly occurred to me-
I have
Scorned others before.
I recalled from long ago
A friend I indulged in private
And brushed off in public

In silence astonishment
I realized if my life were a story-I would be the evil villain.

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a specific event inspired this. but don't be scared, the only war i really wage is against myself