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spottedpebble

...orange sunlight melts into a purple dusk, the air smelling of caramel and cinnamon...

in poetry

  • Young Again in Autumn (Best Friend)

    A relaxed poem about sitting with a friend chatting at middle school pick-up after everyone else has already gone home in the cold fall wind

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Childhood Whispered Away: Gone

    just a lil moment that happened one evening in September

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Realistic
    1 min read
  • There Are Stars

    Against my better judgement, I have decided to publish this thing I wrote last night on my floor.

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Other
    2 min read
  • The Clock

    sometimes it *is* your fault

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read


Opportunity does not knock, it presents itself when you beat down the door.
— Kyle Chandler