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"ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which i will not put."

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10:28 PM

April 20, 2019


and the room is clean and airy, cloaked in icy
darkness, but the fierce eyes of the alarm clock paste
pixelated numbers across the barren white
walls, a faint aquamarine creeping, stabbing through
lidded eyes, then a sleepy palm on a mismatched dial, and now
the radio sings, fractured paper voices warbling
over unsteady guitars, soft and sticky in clogged
eardrums.  10:28, and the rectangular grids of the
ending numeral shifting, one side blinking away, 9,
and then the tens wrigggle and sway, hour by
hour, day by day, while the radio rackets in sleeping ears.


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  • Kenny

    "fierce eyes of the alarm clock" and "paper voices warbling" -- so pretty. Great work!

    8 months ago
  • JCWriter

    You have skill with words. I agree with everything asteria said, and I can't wait to read more of your poetry. Good job!

    8 months ago
  • asteria

    i love this piece! you have an interesting style, and it's one of the most unique i've seen on this site. "fractured paper voices warbling," "a faint aquamarine creeping," and "then the tens wriggle and sway," those are some of my favorite lines.
    i am definitely coming back to see more of your writing in the future :)

    8 months ago
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    8 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    this is honestly an aesthetic in itself, if that makes sense? like the way you describe it is so vivid and real. it's weird but the line about the music being "soft and sticky and clogged eardrums" really stuck with me, i think it makes it all the more real.

    8 months ago