Poems from KMolyneaux
She ran.
Past the creaky rocking chair and the old tin can,
Through the mahogany door and into the wrinkled man.
She jumped the white...
A tangled, blue wisp of air
Struggled to become violet.
Others swam past
Becoming her to follow
She faded...
Turned plum, turned fire
Only...
A tiny flicker
Waiting to grow.
Remembering how grand to be.
Control over intensity,
Waiting for someone to see.
Tae Kwon Do.
Nearly dying...
Escape, Chase.
Feet crunch dry leaves,
Dirt flies back.
Wind is following. Here.
"Turn." , soles move away.
Farther and closer
"Turn, Turn...
What am I doing?
What is this?
I'm moving but I'm still,
Here but not.
What am I supposed to do?
Or am I supposed to do nothing.
Well this...