The Thoughts of a Very Smol Sloth(Online Chapbook)

[Ellimist system]

For the past few years it's been incredibly hard to reach to the flow state that comes with enjoying writing.

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Ocean waves crash on the shore
through froth and joy to burble more
in passion lose the ripple's core
They're gone, They're gone, They're gone.

I Feel the waves against my Ore
miss them deeply when they soar
till water's placid, Evermore
They're gone. They're gone. They're gone.

The wind now whips across my moor
a call to Burble, Froth, and Roar
and I to crash upon the shore
They're gone They're gone They're gone


I've found the spark again. I can hear the cadence of poetry bouncing around my skull.

between the storm
of raging fire
Lightning. Water. Rain.
there is a place
under the waves
where quiet does remain

umbral blue and purple hue
where elk will graze and play
A Starry Sky, Horizons Wide
a lake that brightens day

under the waves of storming seas
a place of home and hearth
With Bluebell Songs
and ceder brush
the place where troubles part

So, I'm keeping a chapbook that I'm going to be adding to regularly here. Maybe it'll be in actual print, it's happened before.

I'd also like to hear from you! Seriously, I would love to get your input on my stuff.

Love you all,
Tiny

 

[Ellimist system]

It tastes like liquid
Cold and iron
It fills me up
With needle teeth
On my cheeks
In my throat
Hungry
Itching