Poems from Sherlock2013
corners combined,
edges bleeding
together,
like a puzzle
pieces fit
together;
Jigsawed sides
Slash lines
In each other’s
Faces.
A...
I am old,
My hair is gray,
My skin is wrinkled.
I am young,
My blonde curls dance in the light,
My youth shines on my face.
I am...
I.An eye,golden and staring,cruel and yellow,watching, waiting.
II.A flame dancing over the tree topsflickering a vibrant orange,
wishing...
Cold, green grass buried under bare feet,
Shivering, squirming to get loose, to be free,
Wiggling up between toes, afraid of being trapped...
The wind whips within
The windows, whining
To be free, falling, frozen
In time forever,
But it bows out because
Its blood is too thin
Or...