Climbing on the tombstones,
Sliding down the crosses,
Skeleton children with skeleton pastimes.
Mossy-root beds for the unborn babies,
Cradle them sweetly with a non-mother's arms.
Black satin finery,
Dark raven feather hats,
Skeleton adults at skeleton parties.
Small talk chatter and a musical wind,
"Welcome to my coffin, would you like a drink?"
Spread out rickety hands,
Raspy threatening voice,
Skeleton elders with skeleton pet peeves.
Clawing at the kids who pass on their grave,
Teaching them lessons in how to treat the dead.
Welcome, let fears rest,
There isn't time for those,
Skeleton people at Skeleton Park.
You may e
No one ever told you
To color in gray
To put no emotion
In words that you say
You were not encouraged
To be all straight lines
To stay on the road
And follow the signs
And how dare you stand there
With your stupid dead eyes
Opening your mouth
To tell only lies
The truth isn't sameness
Or colorless hue
The world isn't pausing
And neither should you
PoetryWeek #4 - Open Arms by Kayleekoo, literature
Literature
PoetryWeek #4 - Open Arms
The sailor's mind blanked as his eyes stuck on the creature below him. Her shining tendrils of hair swirled around her, dripping pearls. The joints of her body was decorated with the ornaments of the ones fallen far - watches, gold links, and carved cuffs ran up her pale arms, and silk tassels hung saturated at her neck. Never in his years of a seaman's life had he seen a being so tantalizingly beautiful. She had shells strung like tinsel and geaming as such at her ankles, paired with less natural jewels and metals in the same manner. Her body was a mix of ocean treasures and man-made riches - he didn't wonder how she could have gotten them f
Elle heard muffled sound on the other side of the door, like two tired voices. Each voice had its own edge to it; she could tell when her aunt was tired because her voice would get shallow dips in pitch and a faint hum. The hall was giving off that hum. Holly quietly entered and clicked the door closed behind her, not looking at Elle. She wasn't mad, Elle knew, just sad. They both were, a little bit. She knew it was her aunt because of the way Holly always shuffled her feet around Elle. It let her know she was coming, because the little girl hated being startled. But mainly she knew it was her because every teacher she's had called Holly befo
Rapunzel swung her thin, lanky legs back and forth, perched as a fragile bluebird who heard nothing. She used to be worried about falling when she rested on the window's edge, but she eventually realized that the plunge to the ground was still free from the tower, nonetheless. She never thought of leaning over the edge - one small rock forward - because ending her own life meant a waste of twenty-eight years, four months, eighteen days, and twelve hours. As she aged, her lack of earthly experience didn't stop her from growing wiser. Smarter, but not an ounce happy. When she was younger, her eyes were blocked by rose-colored glass, with dreams
Liquid gold and amber fluid simmer in crater-cauldrons, mixing rich color and birthing porous canvas. The canvas peaks and caves, writhing above the boiling sea. Eventually, the more stable product tames its lively maker, coalescing into a firm cap on top of it. It's nutrients are the health of the land, giving way to soft soil and lush shoots. Leafed columns grow ageless, and creatures create complex life among them. As the land thrives, the bubbling blood underneath is in constant cycle. Creating, destroying. Creating, destroying. Beginning and re-doing.
Palindrome Poem - War Hawks by Kayleekoo, literature
Literature
Palindrome Poem - War Hawks
The military is just a bunch of war-hungry pigs.
We are wrong to think that
they are to be appreciated.
Of course
they die
for their country,
but everyone does.
We shouldn't label them as false,
but they ARE.
No one is of worth anymore;
we can always rely on material goods.
It is foolish to think
our army will save us.
When we are in danger,
that's OUR problem.
We are too independent
to be relying on unity in this modern time.
It's necessary to
"have national pride and social faith"
is the most absurd, stupid thing I've ever heard.
The nation's military is unimportant and we shouldn't be grateful for their little vacation.
Poisoned breath, venomous tears.
Fogging the window whenever it clears.
I am the spiderman, decked out in red.
Grinning and staring from the foot of the bed.
"Stay there, my boy. No need to be hasty.
Resistance is sure to make you quite tasty."
Every shiver a garnish, every tremor a wish.
Our guest deserves nothing less than main dish.
Come one, come all! Join your friends.
Look to them, who have met their ends.
My glistening platter has plenty of room.
Death is not at all what you assume.
"You hesitate to join me for mealtime, it seems.
That doesn't mean I'll give in, by any means.
The spiderman's crave must be satiated with fr
Climbing on the tombstones,
Sliding down the crosses,
Skeleton children with skeleton pastimes.
Mossy-root beds for the unborn babies,
Cradle them sweetly with a non-mother's arms.
Black satin finery,
Dark raven feather hats,
Skeleton adults at skeleton parties.
Small talk chatter and a musical wind,
"Welcome to my coffin, would you like a drink?"
Spread out rickety hands,
Raspy threatening voice,
Skeleton elders with skeleton pet peeves.
Clawing at the kids who pass on their grave,
Teaching them lessons in how to treat the dead.
Welcome, let fears rest,
There isn't time for those,
Skeleton people at Skeleton Park.
You may e
No one ever told you
To color in gray
To put no emotion
In words that you say
You were not encouraged
To be all straight lines
To stay on the road
And follow the signs
And how dare you stand there
With your stupid dead eyes
Opening your mouth
To tell only lies
The truth isn't sameness
Or colorless hue
The world isn't pausing
And neither should you
PoetryWeek #4 - Open Arms by Kayleekoo, literature
Literature
PoetryWeek #4 - Open Arms
The sailor's mind blanked as his eyes stuck on the creature below him. Her shining tendrils of hair swirled around her, dripping pearls. The joints of her body was decorated with the ornaments of the ones fallen far - watches, gold links, and carved cuffs ran up her pale arms, and silk tassels hung saturated at her neck. Never in his years of a seaman's life had he seen a being so tantalizingly beautiful. She had shells strung like tinsel and geaming as such at her ankles, paired with less natural jewels and metals in the same manner. Her body was a mix of ocean treasures and man-made riches - he didn't wonder how she could have gotten them f
Elle heard muffled sound on the other side of the door, like two tired voices. Each voice had its own edge to it; she could tell when her aunt was tired because her voice would get shallow dips in pitch and a faint hum. The hall was giving off that hum. Holly quietly entered and clicked the door closed behind her, not looking at Elle. She wasn't mad, Elle knew, just sad. They both were, a little bit. She knew it was her aunt because of the way Holly always shuffled her feet around Elle. It let her know she was coming, because the little girl hated being startled. But mainly she knew it was her because every teacher she's had called Holly befo
Rapunzel swung her thin, lanky legs back and forth, perched as a fragile bluebird who heard nothing. She used to be worried about falling when she rested on the window's edge, but she eventually realized that the plunge to the ground was still free from the tower, nonetheless. She never thought of leaning over the edge - one small rock forward - because ending her own life meant a waste of twenty-eight years, four months, eighteen days, and twelve hours. As she aged, her lack of earthly experience didn't stop her from growing wiser. Smarter, but not an ounce happy. When she was younger, her eyes were blocked by rose-colored glass, with dreams
Liquid gold and amber fluid simmer in crater-cauldrons, mixing rich color and birthing porous canvas. The canvas peaks and caves, writhing above the boiling sea. Eventually, the more stable product tames its lively maker, coalescing into a firm cap on top of it. It's nutrients are the health of the land, giving way to soft soil and lush shoots. Leafed columns grow ageless, and creatures create complex life among them. As the land thrives, the bubbling blood underneath is in constant cycle. Creating, destroying. Creating, destroying. Beginning and re-doing.
Palindrome Poem - War Hawks by Kayleekoo, literature
Literature
Palindrome Poem - War Hawks
The military is just a bunch of war-hungry pigs.
We are wrong to think that
they are to be appreciated.
Of course
they die
for their country,
but everyone does.
We shouldn't label them as false,
but they ARE.
No one is of worth anymore;
we can always rely on material goods.
It is foolish to think
our army will save us.
When we are in danger,
that's OUR problem.
We are too independent
to be relying on unity in this modern time.
It's necessary to
"have national pride and social faith"
is the most absurd, stupid thing I've ever heard.
The nation's military is unimportant and we shouldn't be grateful for their little vacation.
Poisoned breath, venomous tears.
Fogging the window whenever it clears.
I am the spiderman, decked out in red.
Grinning and staring from the foot of the bed.
"Stay there, my boy. No need to be hasty.
Resistance is sure to make you quite tasty."
Every shiver a garnish, every tremor a wish.
Our guest deserves nothing less than main dish.
Come one, come all! Join your friends.
Look to them, who have met their ends.
My glistening platter has plenty of room.
Death is not at all what you assume.
"You hesitate to join me for mealtime, it seems.
That doesn't mean I'll give in, by any means.
The spiderman's crave must be satiated with fr
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No problem! Do you mind if I try them this weekend for Easter? They are so cute! Love the pastels, that is one of my favorite things about spring and easter - the light colors that match so well.