

snow days Placid hints of crystal flakessnow days by ~lyranna
swish slowly around my pink face.
The veiled stream becomes domineering
and soon all that can be seen
in the fat mist of frost are
sleek oak stalks, rabbit ear antennas,
poking out of the horizon of stillness.
A dirty white SUV wades through drifts,
a determined toddler marching into
an infinite puddle of smoke.
As we drive around a town overtaken
by this white masked intruder
it feels like time has paused,
leaving us static behind the glass.


Ordinary Day It's just an ordinary day-Ordinary Day by ~lyranna
I'm sitting in my car, my own personal haven on 4 wheels and 3 bolts
neatly spaced between dozens of other cars inching along the street.
I'm late, everyone's late, we're all just inching along-
My elbow's resting on the side of the door
and my palm moves to adjust the visor that keeps the glare out of my eyes,
knowing that I'll be sitting here tomorrow and the next day
in my den where nature is just an annoyance seeping into my personal space.
I'm listening to Pink Floyd on the radio
thinking of all the great rock bands who are now dead and rotting,
and all that's left of them is their great, revolutionar
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