The Unsigned Writer

Collide

Fall from the sky. Fall from the sky, little girl. Collapse in the stars and collide with the clouds. You have a kaleidoscope in your eyes. Gazing into the moon is more blinding then the sun. You got a light in your shout and a tear in your smile. Never give up when you bring…

Sleeping Still

To lay still, as a poetic soul caught up in an ocean of reflection and contemplation. To hold still and listen to the story twirling in a melody spin at the edge of the cliff. There is a forest, yes, a forest fire building and caressing the edges of my mind Those imaginary friends…

Miss Midnight

Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When no one is around, and…

Nebula Eyes

Penetrating with the color that only you could prefer. Charismatic in a compelling way of charm. Full of a glowing observance that never looks away. Captivating like the ocean, but it is not the waves that you see. It is a galaxy, with a sparkle that only the stars could match. Layers of thought hidden…

Obsession With Snow

I have this obsession with snow, for it is something so tranquil to narrate to. When I realized how similar snow and I are were, how different we were not, I knew I had made an acquaintance. Our considerations and contemplations grew into a relatable desire of an idea that descended in a chill. With…