Little Whisper : Writing

Magic Remembered

Magic Remembered

A Poem by Little Whisper


The farther I am distancedFrom my own youth...The closer I wish to be to those days ofMagical wondermentSeen through pixie dust filledFresh eyes.Even ..
A Little Thank You to You Blessed Writers

A Little Thank You to You Blessed Writers

A Poem by Little Whisper


On nights like thisI am so very thankful forYour poems that get me through myAwakefullness...You...Your words give song to my heartTear drops of clean..
Liquid Solidity

Liquid Solidity

A Poem by Little Whisper


Are you sleeping...Churning the concreteinto a hazey dream...A passing thoughtThe slight stirring ofA luke warm, swirley clouded cupof weak coffee?The..
Longing For Soon

Longing For Soon

A Poem by Little Whisper


Her voice haunts me.Like a parched leech she clings to my very soulRefusing to forget or release.I remember her image in the passenger-side mirrorpeer..
Am I?

Am I?

A Poem by Little Whisper


I tried... I promise I did.My promises seem to break no matterhow closely I clutch them to me.Is it Murphy's LawIs it Fate .... Destiny..It must be De..
Innocent of Dark

Innocent of Dark

A Poem by Little Whisper


Innocent of DarkSeptember 17, 2010 at 3:30amPublicFriendsOnly MeCustomClose FriendsWest Anchorage High SchoolSee all lists...FamilyNewark, Delaware Ar..
Only the Birds Know

Only the Birds Know

A Poem by Little Whisper


I fear what I will suffer in my dreams...I avoid sleep until sleep sucks me in.I yearn for the joy of Mount Hope.Plunging with the startled birds that..
Coming Back

Coming Back

A Poem by Little Whisper


I've been away.I'm still therein Away...I don't know when I'll be back,I'm not quit sure how to get back.I'm feeling my way through the darkstumbling...
The Hunt

The Hunt

A Poem by Little Whisper


Merlot is sipping me tonightIt does no good when it's this way around.Disney dreams stop by briefly to say helloMy head drops in griefIt's time to let..
The Three Of Us

The Three Of Us

A Poem by Little Whisper


Bukowski lies disgruntledtuckedwithin Kerouac...untouched on thislonesome goodnight.Two separate voices lying next to me in my bed.Outsidenight sounds..