I was caught in the riptide,
No air to call for help.
No shore was in my sight,
I was tangled up in kelp.
–
The waves had been so calming,
So promising and blue.
Until I Lost control-
And their strength only grew.
–
I was caught in the riptide,
No air to call for help.
No shore was in my sight,
I was tangled up in kelp.
–
The waves had been so calming,
So promising and blue.
Until I Lost control-
And their strength only grew.
–
The rotten chocolate pencil
It tempts me as I write
With each and every stroke on paper
I want to take a bite.
But if I bite into it, I will not be satisfied
Because rotten chocolate pencils
very much deceive the eyes.
That tempestuous outside
gives way to a nasty inside.
Though beautiful on paper,
Eloquent words and all
In reality it is evil,
Merely begging you to fall.
But to exchange the rotting one for one fresh and newly made
The pencil will be useless until you make the exchange.
And once exchanging the pencil,
You do in fact dig in,
You will find it quite delightful,
And fully without sin.
This poem is written by Ella Stewart.