Poppy

The poppy seed child, Lay her seed, There she lay, Under mid-afternoon sun, Water can in hand, Sun hat a drift on the breeze, Blowing her seed across the field, To lay and land and grow. As she grew older, The pavers came, Laying brick upon brick, Of yellow solid gold, Leading to the far…

Sharks and Fish

Sorrow leans on the bottom of the ocean, Tears weeping against foreign shores, Destructive waves hitting wall after wall, Ships flowing on her seductive glossy surface, Made up with myth and treasure, Loaded down in the holds, Are her majestic treasures, Sunk to the bottom of the ocean Sorrow leans on the bottom of the…

Creative Writing Project: Velum & Tiana

Dark, dank, and drafty were better adjectives than Velum ever would give his cramped cell; however, he coveted his position a bit more than that of the voices which echoed through the piss grates at the edges of the freezing cold stone floor.  Sometimes when the echos vibrated loudly he crept to the edge of…