This poem was written by my still unpublished character, Kyle, from a story called ASHES, ASHES, WE ALL FALL DOWN. Some of his other poems are featured earlier in this blog (Aug. 6, 2010 and May 16, 2010).
Fingertips
Graze my flesh
Slice it so it spills crimson
On sand
Slips into the sea
With a last gasp
And a smile
Kyle is very much alive…
By: waterface on November 19, 2011
at 12:29 am
Tragically, Kyle is a bit of a psycho. He likes fire. Dangerously so.
By: julie gonzalez on November 19, 2011
at 10:17 am
Nice poem. Kyle is just a misguided kid. Er, joking.
By: laura on November 19, 2011
at 5:38 pm
Funny. Aren’t we all just misguided kids?
By: julie gonzalez on November 19, 2011
at 6:29 pm
Very informative post.Really thank you! Will read on…
By: Courtney Gerard on November 20, 2011
at 3:03 am