I’m not too artsy on here anymore… have some poems.
by krisis
poetry
the Stars are threaded,
strung as to necklace heaven
suspended in autumn sky.
pearls i can’t afford,
but i’ll gladly snip their string
if you will hold out your hands.
Today in creative writing class i was hopelessly cornered by context. It was not a happy thing; everyone was wielding their contexts against my lonely pen.
Let me ask you: do you write Sedokas about chemical warfare? Or, perhaps haiku concerning god and if he has turned his back on us? Apparently my class does. Mine was just about stars, because i all i can do right lately is look up and look pleased. So, i hid in the corner. Me and my tiny poetry and just a little bit of hope that people are as good as i give them credit for.