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• Fiction > Romance
  Vanilla Sheets

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  “Don’t let the sun fall from your fingertips.” The distant ticking vibrated against glass that shaped the walls of the confined, dreary room. The moon peaked below the velvety black canvas of the Heavens. God wasn’t out tonight. “That makes absolutely no sense at all. It’s midnight.�...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Moments

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  Moments tick by like drops of falling rain, they kiss and disappear....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  My Morning Glory

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  The morning dew, awakens me, as I stride towards you, Gently kissing, my bare heels, silently watching, Dew clings to clothes, moistening my eyes, creating woes, Your not far gone, slowly you go, with the rising sun, Fingers reach to find, for you, for time, Morning dew drys...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Madness

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  I kiss the sky with fair lips, pale cheeks, blue fingertips, grasp the walls of my room, Earth shattering scream, tycoon, in the seas of my heart, broken forever, shattered apart, and madness in my head, forever alone, dead, lips that kiss the sky, pale cheeks, never a goodbye,...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Stereo

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  I hold out my hand, watching the gentle twitches from vibrations pulsing from the stereo Grandpa bought me years ago when immature and chuckled at the cheap machine. Now I realize what Grandpa meant when he explained that I wouldn't understand the struggles of adulthood and money....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Gusto

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  Color wheel churns, zesty smiles titter, true gusto....
• Poetry > Haiku
  Adulthood

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  Pastel upbringing to somber truths and actuality, adulthood....
• Poetry > Limerick
  A Child's Fear

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  A sweet, melancholy ring, The lovely children sing, Small shoes tap to little sounds, Together, they dance round. A subtle change in the wind's flow, The children stop, lined in a row, Curious eyes search all about, To find the one deep in a pout. With tattered clothes and wide eyes...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Steel Beast

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  The quaking grounds trembled as it churned, Warning the small animals to not come near, The steel beast pushed its way through the forest, The hissed steam threats were clear. The abused metal tracks screeched aloud, As the mighty beast encircled a mountain round, The crying skies dripped th...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Radiance

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  The bright sunshine does not compare to the radiance of your smile....
• Poetry > Ballad
  Back Row Love

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  There in class, I disown my work, To watch him study, Not knowing that I lurk. So much love, So much need, I feel lost without this stranger, But approach him, I heed. For I do not exist, I do not pass his beautiful mind, I'm just the girl sitting in the back row, Sitting silent ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ocean's Complete

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  The ocean waves crash down upon each other. A wistful, melancholy ring floats above the disappearing, reappearing tones. Not a single sound is heard with the exception of the whispering waters on the dreariest of days. A salty mist lingers above the wrecks as a gentle breeze sings by, calmi...
• Hot Topics > Bullying
  An Altered Perception

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  Anxiety peaks as the deafening silence screams aloud. The skin slicing scratch alters the confusion to no avail. A final white noise pierces throughout the room and rips the sanity from within. As the question bounces from the four enclosing walls, eyes shut with an altered perception of dismay a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Painter

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  Pleasant valleys with their pleasant wholesomeness. And optimistic brush paints the outskirts of land, brushing to and fro towards the center. But what makes the artist choose such beauty? No one knows. But as the peculiar artist continues to revive the placid canvas with a wonderful reality, he...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  For You

  

  By WistfulThinking, Kiln, MS

  It was for you. All that I am, ever was, was created for you. My breath, my pulse, the bones on my two rotting feet were for you. Only you. My teared eyes never rotated in their sockets because they were so fixated on you, the being of beauty. The one of life. My exile. I made the stars shin...