Poems from Hermione Skywalker
When I write, I am loud
The clicking of the keys and scratching of the bleeding pen
is louder than the thunder
and the tigers
and the rain...
I had a dream of soft clouds and warm sunshine
And then I woke
and found jagged rocks
and cold snow.
I wanted to change things
So I took...
My sarcastic wit is both a knife and a mask;
I can cut those who would hurt me
While hiding who I really am from the world.
So who am I?...
Brainstorming is all over the place.
Look, a bird
perched outside the window
Just kidding,
there isn't a bird.
I was just pondering the...
My treading through this dark valley has been limited.
I have tiptoed 'round its edges
And have sometimes seen
what the shadow of death...