This is the place of quotes, ideas, and random rhymes. At the beginning of the month, start a list numbering up to 100. Throughout the month, if you read or hear a quote that you like, write it down. If you have an idea, write it down. If you come up with a random rhyme you like, WRITE IT DOWN. The Graveyard serves as a place to inspire new poems. And if you have less than 100 things written down by the end of the month, it’s okay! There are no rules for the Graveyard, it’s what you make of it.
December 2022 (ongoing)
The echo of the past will lead us home Divorce her from joy Live through your senses Only you can prevent another you Disaster follows you I’ve turned my mother into alcohol, drinking away my sorrows On the line with the Imposter Syndrome hotline Separated into the four winds Was it love or nicotine (The…
November 2022
Flightless Feathered Bird Loving nook of books Half halos Paperback copy of a hardcover book Head above water in a shark infested pool You’re my cup of tea A conversation with the universe Words like boiling water on my skin It’s just a bad day, not a bad life Love was worthless paper Shred every…
