Eliza: Patchwork - a gratitude poem
Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.
Poetry
Eliza: Here Be Dragons
I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.
Jessica: The World is About You
Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!
Jessica: Angst
I haven’t written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day.
Barry: If You Should Ever See Me Cry - a cathartic poem
If you should ever see me cry, I cry because the moon is high, I cry because my heart is dry, I cry because I touched the sky. I’ll cry an hour and a day for feelings that were ripped away, for words that never came my way, for things that I can’t even say.