Poetry
TagIsaac Lyon-Freedman: The Glass Eye
With Chamomile eyes
He sinks in the sand
His fingers wrapped around a bouquet of wilting flowers
A bridge standin..
Right Now: Dear Old Me
dear old me,
when you look back
and everything is a blur
try to remember with fondness
the events that occurred
maybe..
Fast Past: Missing MUNI
With the city on lockdown, I’ve been missing a lot of things. One of these things was Photoshop, but thanks to SMW, I can make weird stuff again! St..
Right Now: Dear Young Me
dear young me,
it’s been a few years
you’ve lived and you’ve grown
almost ready to live
all on your own
but mistakes will be made
befor..
Right Now: Eat
they say
you are what you eat
but what if you eat nothing
what if you can’t
what if it’s ruined for you
so nothing is left
nothing..
Right Now: Blend In or Stand Out
who i am
i do not know
who will i be
i cannot discern
what will i choose today
will i be myself
or a shadow of everyone else
it’s..
Right Now: Love Fades
when the rosy filter ceases
to cover the unfiltered fights
and the sweet nothings
turn into always somethings
as anger takes over
w..
Right Now: The Beginning
the new beginning
has reached its end
new places and faces
are as common as the old
unfamiliar territory
now repetitive scenery
wi..
