Poetry Blogs (a girl)
M.C. Newberry on WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 14 OF 230: NIGHT OR DAY?! (3 hours ago)
She wanted to fly high
But was afraid to fell from the blue sky
She longed for someone
To come along her way
To guide her throughout
No matter what the world says
She would believe in miracles
She was never afraid to dream
If only that someone showed up
She would have been living free
Chained in the shackles
She longed to breathe
Eventually that someone sho...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 1:25 pm
I breathe in, filling up my lungs with the cold, cold winter air. Hair the colour of ruby floating in the wind, the tears dripping down my face until they too float away. A piece of concrete crumbles away and falls, until I can no longer see it, swallowed up by the shadows, which have come a bit too close for comfort now. Threatening to swallow me too.
Instead I angle my face to the sun. So un...
Saturday 10th June 2017 12:32 am