SnowLeopard06

United States

Eli (ee-li)
14
Environmental Activist
I don't even know anymore. (penguin)
Genderfluid
Writing a book
They/them or she/her
Snow Leopards
SAVE THE WOLVES!

Message from Writer

Writing is weird. And I'm weird. So I guess it fits.
Currently writing a book called Hang the Moon, because...why does anyone write? It's fantasy and sort of sci-fi? And isn't all this just turning into questions?
Because I'm weird, that's why.
So. My advice. Which is kinda what this's for. If you get stuck, write from the POV of a character in a different medium, like poetry if you are writing a short story or book.
And don't stop writing. Except to eat.
Food is good.
I'm kidding. You can stop whenever you want. Just make sure you really want to.
I'm not very funny, but I write comedy, so...that's a problem.
Be yourself, and stuff.
My characters make me cry sometimes. Does that count as cruel and unusual punishment?

We Are Home

March 30, 2021

Home is the cherry blossom tree in the front yard
Blossoms in springs
Falling
Falling.
Pollen, little dust motes in the air
Rising
Rising.

The fox in the yard
Dashing
Dashing.
Little bottle-brush tail
Coat like leaves in autumn.

Home is most here in summer
In winter we are trapped
It's a place we have to return to.
But in summer, in spring,
It's a place we choose to return to
Instead of a place we must be.
Return
Return.

Home is the scent of ozone
A storm is coming soon
The sound of rain on roof fills the room
Drumming
Drumming.

Music in my ears
Dancing just to move
Swaying
Swaying
Like branches in a breeze.

Home is the first snow
Spiraling down
Cold
So cold
I dance like the flakes
With the flakes
The snow smells fresh and new
Flurry
Flurry.

The perfume my mom and aunt both wear
Familiar
Like a song sung a thousand times
Reminder
Reminder.

Home is the sky
Grey, purple, blue,
Orange
Like sunsets on a beach
Setting
Setting.

Home is matzah, latkes,
Grape juice, oranges, cherries,
Apples, strawberries, fresh from a farm.
Home is languages flowing over my lips at Passover
Even when I don't know the meanings
Music
Music.

Summer air
The stars are bright
Twinkling
Twinkling.
The space between them so
Empty
Empty but full.
Forever stars
Traveling stars
Wherever I go
I see you
Remind me of home
Even when I haven't found it yet.

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  • Nyla

    This was beautiful!


    6 months ago