Miss Bloom : Writing

Children of the Ashes

Children of the Ashes

A Poem by Miss Bloom


Words are naught but ashes on our tonguesBlown behind usFrom icy wind once buried in the lungFallen like the snowFootprints left untraceableChildren l..
Faucet

Faucet

A Poem by Miss Bloom


Faucet spit out your waterCry out the coldNow make it hotterMake sure the flowIs steadyBut I don't want it slowMake sure it comes out crisp and clearM..
First Fall, Last Fall

First Fall, Last Fall

A Poem by Miss Bloom


Free fallingWings stretchingBirds callingTripping on my thoughtsMisguided by desireAlmost there, almost caughtFree fallingIt's over nowMother's callin..