Crowley : Writing

Out of Focus

Out of Focus

A Poem by Crowley


Once, on the horizon, there were trees, sunsets and mountains, now it’s a black line It is hard to see when the only vantage point is two..
Fifteen Minutes

Fifteen Minutes

A Poem by Crowley


Helping yourself is the hard part
On the Square

On the Square

A Poem by Crowley


See you there!
Spiders

Spiders

A Poem by Crowley


You drank cranberry juice like it was going out of style I chewed fruit stripe gum and bitched how the flavor faded too fast We were afraid of s..
Solitary

Solitary

A Poem by Crowley


for a prompt
Fireworks and Flowers

Fireworks and Flowers

A Poem by Crowley


for a prompt
Rapture

Rapture

A Poem by Crowley


for a prompt
Poetry as a Means to Death

Poetry as a Means to Death

A Poem by Crowley


for a prompt
White Washed

White Washed

A Poem by Crowley


When we were young, we did think deeply for a short time Seeing with some clarity the ills and miracles of the world Until we got up to speed and li..
When I Call

When I Call

A Poem by Crowley


Those days....