PureClover
17/F/Central Alaska
Hello! I am an amateur writer, poet, and horror enthusiast, situated in the northernmost state of the U.S.A. I enjoy classic poetry and experimenting with new genres of literature, as well as the occasional splash of fantasy. A pleasure to meet you!
Astronauts: float beyond my view.
Lovers: Say things that are not true.
But astronauts: they meant something to you.
So for me, they do too.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
How lovely is the freckle upon the fire child,
How beautiful are these sun kisses.
What a summer that transpires under blue eyes,
What virtuous hands to clasp mine in camaraderie.
To all the sparks, the red heads, the gingers, the orange licks of heat:
Continue to burn, for it is amazing to see.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
What a chill touch
Madame Morning has,
But what lovely chords struck by my muse: the robin, or, the effervescent chickadee!
And look, over by the birch tree,
A charcoal fox prances in dappled light,
While raven wing darts between a delicate line of sight.
What fervor portrayed in the trembling day!
What majesty!
How subtle is the music sung by broken silence,
How divine!
For within the beating chest of the Morn’ there lies a precious balance,
Between those that sleep, the precarious quiet, and-
The gentle sun, praising the awakened chickadee!
The brave amber breasted robin!
They sing for me amongst budding greens, and rest upon a window sill,
Reminding me once again:
Mine lady of the woods
has beauty wherever one may look!
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
When lonely, I wish for solitude
For I am alone most when with others.
The others with their wicked smiles and bloodied teeth-
The hidden malice underneath,
My friend has left for wild wolves
And I am the one to be culled.
Let me retreat to the outside,
Where silence pervades and my mind quiets.
Let me find solace in the wreckage of begotten riots
Riots against the carnivorous pack-
The midnight shadows residing in the back.
Leave me to be human in the dark
Leave me to hunt with you, though far apart.
Leave me to be alone
Let me dispel the lonely feast
Upon my tender demeanor, ever sweet
Consumed by the malicious extroverted beast.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
The reckless thoughts of youth:
Never shall I deny them to you.
Live life as you see prudent
But live it with me included.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Dropped an opportunity
It shattered against my concrete reality
It wasn’t my fault- it just slipped
The wind took it
God whispered a fire, and my hands were lit
Either way
I lost this
A fragment of my dreams
The golden prospect
The road to my future- cleaned, clear, and preened
Yet
Hope is glass
And to my dismay
It falls quite fast
it cracks
Before you can blink.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
I live for dandelions
That bloom between the cracks
Blinding strikes of happiness
Thriving in desecration
Have you ever seen a field of them?
Reclaiming where they may
It nary ceases to amaze
They always seem to say:
“Life continues”
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
Blue eyed rogue
Child of the night
Macabre actor:
Dramaturgy is your life
I am but a shadow on this wall
Curious yellow eyes reflecting light in my skull
As I watch the people dance
You at the center of them all
Amazing the sheep
With a lions roar
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
Father, thank you for the liquor
The whiskey that tastes like my absent grandfathers candy
The hottest atomic fireball
Cinnamon and sweet, liquid sunburn to make my adulthood at 17 complete
Mother says I’m not allowed to become an alcoholic
And I won’t
Her baby girl knows how to survive a teetering edge-
She taught me how by pushing me to it
I promise mom
Dad calls me lazy, selfish and jokingly a lush
But I’ve never been those things
Despite what you think
Despite the dangerous flavor of a good drink
What do you want me to say
That I don’t like it?
That I haven’t tried
Beer, gin, champagne, whiskey, bourbon, wine and *****
That my childhood was still a childhood when I never knew where I stood
Where any moment we could’ve been homeless
Where I could’ve lost my footing?
I was never allowed to live that dream
Ah me, I’ve struggled with poverty since I was 3
But you refuse to see.
No, mother, you can stay in the fantasy
I won’t burst your bubble
But me?
I’ll take my ****** reality,
and a sublime fire whiskey
On the rocks please
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Mirror self, confidante
I speak to you as if my reflection could hold up to lengthy conversation
But you’re as fragile as I am
Gleaming glass, tempered with crying
I ask you once again
What did I do, to hurt you to where I cannot make amends
Reflection, I beg you
With your tear streaked face and ****** mistakes
The dark wisps of our hair to be our rotting frames
In ever many mirror eternities
How can I fix you
Repair myself
We are but fractured parts
Of something that may have been beautiful once
But with our shattered hearts, where do we go from here?
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC