Tag: World

I Will Be The World

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 […]

Seafoam And Sirens

The Unsigned Writer Seafoam and Sirens Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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 […]

Peculiar and Strange

The Unsigned Writer Peculiar And Strange Short Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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 […]

Hardest Of All

The Unsigned Writer The Hardest Of All Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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 […]

Something Sweet

The Unsigned Writer Something Sweet Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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 […]

Glorious Or Victorious?

The Unsigned Writer Glorious Or Victorious? Short Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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 […]

Writer In The City

The Unsigned Writer Writer And The City Written By, J. M. Lilin 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 farthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks […]

Writer And The Window

The Writer sits alone. She is in a booth at a restaurant. No food at her table, no people beside her. Her family is there, but she’s chosen to sit apart from them. Not because she’s angry, but because their table is full, each seat occupied. The Writer […]