Two Cloaked Figures

Two Cloaked Figures

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their nimble hands, lest there be knives in their robes



How would we know they don’t possess knives but only scars?

Scars from their bondage and resistance, hollow trust enveloping like second nature

A path to choice they seek, to a free nowheresville and to life



Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their fiery spirits and eager appetites



I would know that they’d steal your hearts and make you want to fly

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Two lives inspiring hundreds, if only we would see

-The Creaky Writer

The little faerie who carry

"The dust on their little ferry

Twirl round and around

Spilling sand over the cloud

Giggling and laughing out loud

They bring you luck, of springtime

And showers blessings of love at bedtime"

For you

*cries in faerie dust*

"I find the blessings of love at bedtime

Wondering why I feel at peace

I look up and see the spilling sand over the cloud

And I know that it's you bringing me luck of the springtime"

@deadwhisper :)

I needed this. Thank you, love. You're the best <3

Strum Of The Strings

There goes the melody

That tugs at the strings of hearts

Craves the companionship of nobody

A beckoning of the calm it imparts

With backs bent double over stress

And mind laden with worry

A note to elate from the distress

Disguised as melancholy’s place of bury

As the sweet tantalizing of the strum

Promises tunes soothing to the soul

No matter what tongue it comes from

So competent of making a part whole

An ocean of emotion you may feel

A thousand feelings to the forth it brings

To hear and to heal

There’s nothing you can’t express with the strum of the strings

Asks Open

Hello all!

Hope you are doing well.

Of late, I've been looking for some strong inspiration to write. I've found that writing requests and asks have been extremely motivating for me to keep writing poems and posting them.

So, I'm open for prompts and writing requests, which I would really appreciate.

Asks and DMs are open. Thank you!

Much love,

The Creaky Writer

Run Down The Hill

Sweet tinge of petrichor from the freshly mown grass

Our shoes squelching the wet mud as we run

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Wind whipping the face, a fresh cut feeling

Your laughter and my cloistered joy heavy in the air

In the moment, we get lost, lost like lights in the starry sky

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Hearts beating fast like the beat to our music

Hyaline handcuffs melting away in the bright sun

Days spent like they’re halcyon in ages to come

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Dreaming the wildest dreams, looking at the sky for limit

Where I Would

Winter sun shone on the path laid on the expanse

Where I would take a breath of life

Each day, as if it were another chance

The mighty oaks casting their cool shade

Where I would amble across

And cherish all the moments lest they fade

At the end of the ledge was a wall

Where I would find merriment plenteous

My friends keeping afloat through it all

Walled nostalgia of the classroom hit like a whiff

Where I would find the nexus to the world outside

How I wish I could turn back time, only if

There, I have visited my school, a couple autumns later

Where I dreamt and hoped and grew

Sought anything that would promise wonder