Tag: Micro poetry

Stars.

I dip my pen In the inky black sky And, watch, mesmerised As stars burst out Of the nib Aligning themselves Into a mass Of constellations As I put my pen To paper. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Intellect.

With your intellect

Set my mind on fire

And, watch

As my words

And thoughts

Crumble to ashes

Until, only

Feelings remain.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This is something that I just wrote. Does this even make sense?