A. S. Lawrence

Joined June 2021

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I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
A Padlocked Square and Tombstone Chair
Without our fire, I'd omit my own name. I cannot accept their tombstone chair. I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
Banking Dreams
shards of thieves and bards drifting through the thee and you resting upon my waking head like morning dew as I lay in bed
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
Concentric Circles in Space
My mind travels in concentric loops. It moves in circles around a point, like the planets revolve around the sun, or like water around a toilet bowl. (Dr. Patty Lovarco just screamed at me that planetary orbits are ellipses and not circles.)
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Humans
the frost is slowly fried
leaves slowly burn off branches in the spark of cold fire sounds softened by the glow's cotton wake sunlit glitter scattered among the trees
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets
Questions for Luna
Does Sol ever get jealous that you get to see both night and day? Does your Rorschach face ever change its visage or expression?
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
The Missing Brick
I saw through your eyes, in a dream. I saw something throw a new moon at the sun, and push it away from your world. Your planet was saved from consumption by a burgeoning sun, but thrown into a cold darkness.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Fiction
It happens
I speak it, it happens. Speak good, I tell myself, loving prudence. Speaking false goodness, dishonesty happens.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Fiction
Black and Blue
The eerie blue glow of ballgames and shows, most places I go, in every bar on my road. It intrudes and though my eyes elude
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Poets
Porcelain
Your masks might lie, but their forms and lines reveal the truth of the intentions behind. So I search beyond the plastic
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Poets
I am to love and never sleep
With you I made my peace with ups and downs, A fall together beating solo rise. The filth and frolic of decaying towns Deserving equal place in our gray eyes.
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Poets