The leaves on this tree disguise themselves as bugs when brontosaurs draw near
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Poets
Ironically, trees shed their clothing when autumn cold kisses the air.
When do trees catch fire? When it gets colder, and yet they remain unburned.
We slowly trudge our way upward and the horizon above us is barely budged. The moments blur together into one long, unceasing toil.
They called it Echo. The President reclined in his luxurious swivel chair, and stared at the blue glow of the monitor. "Echo, the Internet's Dreamcatcher," shone in bold yellow type across the top of the webpage onscreen.
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Fiction
and now I'm walking backwards, like the rest is history. If your peaks are behind you, then walking backwards is a rise,
By A. S. Lawrence6 months ago in Poets
Run out of time and into the negative space between moments. The trees seem to vibrate into our past, as if effects create causes.
By A. S. Lawrence7 months ago in Poets
That's a lie. I heard it. You don't need lipstick! You paint your mouth with crimson dishonesty. I used to ask you... Ask you about the inconsistencies.
Have you ever been in love with more than one person at once? It's a problem, and probably a curse. But what if those people were also in love with each other? That would be a blessing.
By A. S. Lawrence9 months ago in Pride
To Whom It May Concern, I don't know who this "Bill" guy is, but I resign from giving him my money for utilities and housing.
By A. S. Lawrence9 months ago in Journal
I made a table with my hands after I designed it in my mind. But I ate alone in an empty home with noone else to understand.
By A. S. Lawrence10 months ago in Poets
Patty Lovarco was a science teacher and I would say, an inspiring creature. Patty Lovarco was a teacher of facts. She demanded alertness, and rarely relaxed.
By A. S. Lawrence10 months ago in Beat
