Hello! My name is Claire, and I love to write short little poems.

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"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly."
– Edgar Rice Burroughs

Blurred Corners

June 21, 2018

A tangled string is at the edge of my mind,
hidden away in a dusty corner,
not noticeable at first glance,
but always a shadow behind me,
it is the bitterness in warm coffee,
the sweetness in cold tea,
it covers my eyes,
fizzling like a 60's film,
only free when the cinema lights turn on;
it is hazy in my chest,
making me numb to the frigid winter wind,
it carries me like a paper airplane,
lost in the storm that began with a little swallow's flight,
it whips around me in a tornado of words with no meaning,
their cracked shells with stale air inside,
it disconnects me,
the edges are blurring,
​the memories are fading,

The sugar is no longer sweet.



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  • Ryder

    This is really well written!

    almost 3 years ago
  • JadeAndSerpentine

    This poem paints a unique picture in my head. I love the figurative language you used. Keep writing!

    almost 3 years ago
  • rosemarywisdom

    I love this!

    almost 3 years ago
  • † Skyward Bound †

    This is awesome!! I especially like the lines about the tea and coffee, and you tied them nicely together with the bold final line. Great job! Keep writing and God bless!! ;3

    about 3 years ago