I put my thoughts into threads that come at night.
Making quiet stories that the dark can read.
Each one holds a heavy feeling.
Something I can't say in the bright light.
The moon looks down, watching carefully.
Drawing shadows over my skin.
I fold my worries like paper cranes.
Hoping they might one day fly.
No one sees the picture I make.
No one cheers for the silent machine.
Yet still I work, one soft stitch at a time.
Creating a world inside my room.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)8 days ago in Fiction
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