Writing | morgandavis

Scraps #5

Nothing was like it had appeared to us at the start We’d come back around, looked at it from the other side And that view was wholly...

I whispered and whispered until my voice became a roar I shattered and poured myself anew I stood and the earth bucked A figure stood,...

You were a sea But I was afraid of how the tides might change So I never went in And instead lay on the sand and thought about swimming...

There was something hideous in my desire A monstrous need that would stalk me endlessly Someday I hope to just sit and watch the flowers...

Clouds over candlelight A million hearts The resonant boom of whispered Hopes and dreams What compassion rests With a soaring God? Alien...

My eyes wandered upwards My body leaving the ground But my feet holding them back The tether had to be snapped Pulled too taut for its...

An act of gentle terrorism A vow made to be broken On wood I rode The wind carrying me I left her there but took her heart with me Saying...

Beauty is only something that can be found in the grasp of another. The beauty of looking at someone just after you kiss them and they...

Their love was one of necessity. They kept with each other so that when they burned their bridges, they had someone with them to watch...

Verdigris on a black umbrella A circle made of silver masses A pattern of shoes a black trellis Bridgework stone, rough passage I leapt,...