I like to play with words.
Poems, mostly.
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Darkness descends on the tower block, A female lamb bids farewell to the flock. The moon hangs high in the inky sky, and an underpass looms in the thick gloom:
By Rachel Lightfoot5 years ago in Poets
Once upon a timeβ¦. There lived a Princess Locked within a tower of bricks By a wicked, wicked witch. The wicked witch was named,
Suspension is like a half truth, Caught somewhere between The hard edge of honesty, And the softness of a lie. Frozen in outer space,
I cannot think of anything more dread than folk who speak of the weather, and share photographs of sliced bread; talking about who they will wed,
It slips through your hesitant fingers In no time at all When you Forget to send a letter, or are Too scared to heed the call.
I'm wondering about a thing, An old kind of knowing, A persistent feeling, A feeling that burns and stings. Like putting your hand into a flame,
I once looked into the eyes of God; Odd, As I didn't expect him To look back at me. To stare so intently As I just stood there,
I wonder, Is it real? Am I fooling myself again? This pull that I feel, is it really real? It calls to me through the ether,
I'm so tired of living inside of this box, Enduring constant headaches From frequent headlocks. Entombed within a wall of soft flesh,
That stone cold heart you hold tight to your chest; You believe it's clad in iron heavy and motionless. So it keeps you weighed down
You cast your line and it somehow found me in the depths: Dark water I'd fallen into some time before. A line to bind the land to the sea,
By Rachel Lightfoot6 years ago in Poets
Outstretched on the windowsill, Strewn across the bed, Silk ribbons and chiffon Wound around their legs. A world of Feline fancies
