Poems from jacindatuttle
Away ran the girl in the Yellow Dress.
Toward the sky and the clouds and the Beautiful Mess.
Away ran the girl with the Breaking Smile....
An old Beginning.
A new Release.
The undeniable burden
of their life and anguish.
The incomprehensible freedom
of their death and truth...
I’ll never forget.
Screams and silence.
Snow on streets.
To the tune of tragedy.
Flakes and pavement.
Dancing.
Twirling.
Twinkling.
In...
Magic is an instance of
smokeandfire,
thunderandrain.
It is a glimpse of
stolenkisses
and
sparklingeyes,
shining through an...
Days Like These
Days like these make you
ache for the Past.
They make you wish Happy Moments
in life could last.
Moments filled...