Biography
I love expressing through poetry. It's a good way to let emotions out. As well as acting and dancing.
Samples
People line up at my door. I ignore them. It’s windy and rainy and cold inside. They line up, and frantically shout at me, asking me why the sun is gone inside. I am drenched, cold, and rubbed raw by the wind and snow, blowing on my face. I want to step outside, but people will run to me and ask me why it is raining inside. I will let in a few people who know why, and they’ll try to fix the water dripping from the ceiling, and try to stop the air rushing through the ducts, and they don’t have to use tools and machines. Words. Like magic. Arms. Like walls. Hands, pulling mine away from my own. Outside, there is a dancer, making his way across the highway. Smiling. He leaps to a willow tree and gently dances, with the autumn breeze. Smiling. But when autumn leaves, a flurry of cold air surrounds him. And he’s drenched. And he wishes that autumn will soon make it’s way around. And he knows it will. So until then, I will sit by the fire with him, while his arms and words, surround me. And I will be his umbrella. Until he is dry. And smiling. And we will wait for autumn. And when it comes around again, it will first separate my hands from my claws, and then she will take away the dancer, and he will be gone. But I will be dry. And those people at my door will leave. And we will sit in the shade of the great willow tree. he with an arm around autumn, and autumn with a hand for me to hold. And I will be grateful.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Anonymous Please
King of the Car (21/10/2016)
Autumn (21/10/2016)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/anonymousplease
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