The first thing you notice is the taste. It enters your nose and settles on your tongue like a bad memory made of bleach, metal, and despair. You try to swallow it down as you take your seat, but it only gets worse. The blue recliners are cold and hard. The blanket they give you … Continue reading Treatment Day
Author: LadyErynn
I have many, many years of writing experience under my belt, and I'm currently pursuing my bachelor's degree in Creative Writing from Northeastern State University. I enjoy writing poetry, stories, articles, copywriting, and creating valuable content. Feel free to contact me to learn more!
Self Portrait as a Dandelion
Just another weed in an overgrown yard Waiting for life’s lawnmower to run me down Like some toxic, gilled mushroom. But I have a secret that nobody knows. My roots go deep, deeper than they realize, And I will always return to myself. For the lambent light of the sun Shines through my yellow petals … Continue reading Self Portrait as a Dandelion
Ignorance in Acrostic form
Is it truly bliss? Going about your life Not knowing what goes on around you? Or is it a hassle, Realizing how little you know? Ask and you shall receive! Now, getting information is easier than ever! Content yourself with what you know. Everything can be learned in time. The prompt for today's post … Continue reading Ignorance in Acrostic form
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
Saint Patrick's Day has arrived Let us all give out a cheer For our souls may be revived When we break out all the beer We'll eat corned beef and cabbage As we sing of Irish Eyes Today will not be average As we don our green disguise We'll talk about leprechauns Hoarding gold … Continue reading Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
In Her Kitchen
In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink That reminded me of sickness But her presence gave it life In her kitchen, cookies were baked Fried pies and blackberry cobblers Were consumed by our greedy mouths Before they’d had a chance to cool In her kitchen, stories were told Lessons … Continue reading In Her Kitchen
The Golden Shovel of Eldorado
They ride broken trails over and over As they search for something special- the Hidden gems beneath strange mountains That resonates with ancient songs of People long since forgotten- the Echoes of their last full moon Still ring out from the peak, down Into willing hearts and minds- the Memories of that golden valley Shining … Continue reading The Golden Shovel of Eldorado
A Pantoum of Shadows
Monsters in the eyes of men Who haunt these hallowed halls Chanting out a false amen While the angels start to fall Who haunt these hallowed halls Where demons dare not tread While the angels start to fall From their heavenly bed Where the demons dare not tread Nor speak of what’s arrived From its … Continue reading A Pantoum of Shadows
