I will be the world. Claustrophobic storms in the deserted cities. To the flowers that might grow in the sky. Stars reflected in the ocean depths. I like to imagine that all writers are born in a place far away. Where each inspired image can come together as one. Entering the mind through a blink…
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Seafoam And Sirens
Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
Peculiar and Strange
Every word of creation. I can make my own world. Peculiar and strange. Just through imagination. The fantasy is in my hand. Crazy, yes. Astounding, truly. My own infinity worlds. Built to entertain. Contagious only to thought. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized use or adaptation of any original content on this blog is…
Hardest Of All
Out of everything in this world, full of bittersweet and irregular roads. Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest of them all. My throat is tight as I meet your nebula eyes, so innocent and bright. In the darkness of the night, you were that single star that always shone with faith. Saying…
Something Sweet
I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold. To just let go and close my eyes; to let…
Glorious Or Victorious?
I request to disrupt the clock, to end the passing of time. Some people are moral and wholesome but the corrupt cannot transform. Welcome to the world, major and disruptive, we all hear the chime. You would not understand the glorious and daring that swarm. It is on the television now, the bold enough soldier…
Soulful City
The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…
The Unsigned Writer 