Earth's Floor
A poet's musing
waves boil upright
fluid grass of crimson light
Flames that froth at night
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shifting and crumbling
glaciers accrete, snow falls white
Water's soft tumbling
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blistering, blazing
in each hiss and every roar
Air can be biting
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with heat at its core
unseen drifting, green allure
our quiet Earth's floor
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S. E. Schneider
Writing fantasy since 250 BC!
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Very nicely rhyming 👍🏻 I love this poem ❤️ Good job Essie 👏🏻