short form (Remove filter)
Brave
My mother calls me brave, so I am brave.
She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave.
She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave.
I want to dye my hair blue. I...
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:39 pm
Entropy
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
Recent Comments
Evan Tyler on Graham Sherwood
9 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on Still Life with Massacre
9 hours ago
Evan Tyler on Stephen Gospage
9 hours ago
Evan Tyler on kwritessecretly
9 hours ago
Telboy on Celebrate St George's Day
10 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Unlucky Street
11 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Steve White
11 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Rwanda Bound
11 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on The Sapphirine effect
11 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Manchester
12 hours ago