MFA Creative Writing+BA English! INFP. Published author, poet, lyricist. Dreamer, creator, artist, teller of tales, lover of words, singer of songs, reveler of life
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Cold faces, iced stares scream that i don't belong here then you smile. i'm warm
By M. Lee, MFA3 days ago in Poets
it always starts this way with a shushing a dull drum sweet and low pulsing like a heartbeat thumping slowing, slowly, slow
By M. Lee, MFA2 months ago in Poets
I'm from tangled hair sun licked and snarled damp cheeks kissed by the ocean's lips sandy skin toasted by loving days rays
on nights of hooded whispers when the tallest trees are bare of light and the sleepy soil below is cool the tides pull in their covers
brother where have you gone lost in the shadow lands slumped deep inside time's cruel quicksands come back * * *
Scraped his insides like a bowl wore the fresh warm flesh danced ablaze within its skin © M. Lee, 2025 * * * Note: This was written for the Haunted Echoes challenge, but I missed the deadline by a few minutes. Oh well. Here it is anyway.
By M. Lee, MFA3 months ago in Poets
I don’t know you But I care I pray for things to get better I ask that you be safe That you are warm That you have lots to eat
By M. Lee, MFAabout a year ago in Poets
long lines like fingers raking against a chalkboard peculiar clouds hang * * * All rights reserved / © M. Lee
I wonder what the businessman said when the Princess announced online that she was divorcing him did he cry, scream, plead, beg
Today a jabberific jilly jay Set out a squall, squawkering up a beat Within a patch of hilly grass it brayed jaw-kaw joo-koo jah-wah kee-nee-kaw keet
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Poets
`Who are you No, who are you `Who are you to tell my story You have not walked an inch in my boots and still `You wandered into the library of my existence
The sirens wailed and grandpa’s knotted feet shuffled through the hallway. “Kenji? Kenji-chan!” He peered into the tidy room where his grandson’s tatami reclined and furrowed his brow.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Fiction
