Search
  • chaoticallysmallpoetry

slight wind makes the leaves wave to me, and now I am not alone.

what are they wanting from me.

do the know I am home alone.

Their photosynthesized leaves catch the fall sunlight, as they wave harder to me.

I want to have a conversation with them.

understand, what it means to wave at a lonely stranger.



3 views

Recent Posts

See All

Dreams

inspired by "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac music has a way of resurfacing through the years, connecting to different generations, showing people they are not alone. Bands that my dad loved as a teenager, I

Chemical Reaction

breaking down bits of myself, dissolving like baking soda when it reacts to vinegar. I am weak. I am small. Taking in every insult and accepting it as truth. Drowing, and being washed away with cold w

Sing

As long as I can remember, I have always loved to sing. Never really know if I was good enough to make it. My dreams as a child were large, with flashing lights. Fans, being moved by my voice, having

©2019 by Chaotically Small Poetry. Proudly created with Wix.com