Vesselostatsea

Joined May 2021

18 stories

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Poetry, Adolescents, Life

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Always
Always My eyes are made of glass. They are full, and deep. I can hear them full up with sadness. They are not allowed to become
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Sky
Sky Sky blushes, blue and purple. Stains the canvas. It glistens under the sun. The big, blue orbs. Blinking, slow to fast.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Dormant Skies
Dormant Skies Pen to paper, Paper to thought. Is anyone listening? To my inner - contort? Can you hear the wind, Whistling inside my head.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Embedded Rivers
Part I My eyes are rivers, they flow all the time. They are warm and cold, salty and saline. Clear, not blue. Not black like the sun.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Thrive
Thunder pounds its fists upon the roof. Rain cries, flooding the flower pots outside. They shall surely drown, and die. Sun curls under the empty basket. Sleeping sullen, so his beautiful fur is not soaked. He lays inside, oblivious to the screams outside. He dreams.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Waves
Waves My nails are painted blue, just like a canvas from my art class. Painted like a face full of makeup. You paint away all the impurities, all the imperfections.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets