Alex Blackstone

Joined June 2021

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Fatal Family
Four horsemen galloping on the stairs. War, Pestilence, Famine and Death... Which one will make the first move? School is not long enough, I say to myself
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Naked in the Mist
There laid the form of a naked woman Only wearing crystal mandala beads Twisted on her wrist and around her neck, Falling between her enormous mountains,
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Unknown Winds
An empty soda bottle rolls down the street ::Clickity clack, clickity clack:: As I watch it tumble in the wind I wonder how it got there
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Midday Barbeque
Tuesday 1:23 PM The sun shines through the newly blooming trees Casting dancing shadows as they sway in the gentle breeze
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Midnight Tears
Shadows fall across the grass Glowing under lamp light My heart aches with the illumination That I no longer have his heart
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Grieve and Grow
The time has come to say goodbye. With each new step I pause and cry, for all the things you did for me and all the gleeful memories.
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Sunset Siesta
Curled up under the electric blanket limbs entwined, we relax into each other. Birds laughing outside the open window bring a childish ease in with the cool spring breeze.
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Enlighteningment
The clock ticks slowly, ::Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock:: as the cars are rushing down the water coated road ::whoosh, whish, whoosh::
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Nighttime Beat
Dancing on the soft emerald grass, tall and wild needing a shave. First stepping lightly, then a fast paced stomp. Two rabbits hop playfully
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
The Sexy Beast is a Fabulous Feast
The Sexy Beast is a Fabulous Feast He is a sexy beast Laying here completely at peace I listen to his snoring cease What a wonderful feast
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Quantum Quarantine
The gold curtain billows in the cool breeze, slightly humid after the rain drops of water stick to the glass. The calendar rises and falls with each gust.
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
The Book of Destiny
Corym was exhausted. He had been studying for his final exam all night. Once he passed it, he would be a professional environmental engineer. He’d stop the human race from destroying the earth. Or at least, that was his dream. He only had a few hours left to study, but he was hungry and wanted a nap. The most important book he needed to review, “Mastering Environmental Sciences: Creating a Sustainable Future”, was finally available at the library. It had been checked out for weeks. This was his last chance. He would quickly scan the book during lunch.
By Alex Blackstone5 years ago in Fiction