Snowflakes By Emily Wickett
An exasperating torrent of icy chips, Spiraled downwards toward the ground, Pushed by the wind from the clouds. Once raindrops, they crystallized, Each one unique, they spin and glide, Whipping through the chilled dark skies. Flying frost, they twirl and fall, Magically capturing the attention of all, Only to drop at last in the snow. |
Glass Beach By Emily Wickett
Beauty in broken things Glass on a beach worn smooth by the wind and the waves losing their sharp edges lost their sharp edges falling into the deep of time Over time Every one different Neither is the same And falling falling deep deep down And falling falling deep deep down. |
A Road By Emily Wickett
Life is a road That goes on and on And sometimes It feels like it will Never stop like life is Just fables And sayings and who-dun-its And it's as if life is a road that Goes on and on And sometimes it seems like Everything is great like the scenery Is great but all along you want to Get where you're going And sometimes you're stuck in traffic And you're bored and annoyed so you Honk your horn and then people get mad And sometimes there's no one on the road And at first you think "Yay!" but then you get lonely And you feel like you're going too fast and you don't Have time and you freak out so it feels like life is a road that goes on and on. |