The Writers' Block Digital Journal Publication

By Alex Fosnaugh The first time I saw you,  I felt a gentle tug.  There was a string Pulling me closer.  Inviting me in Wanting me to know you.  The second time I met you, I felt a calm familiarity.  That tug became dragging,  The gentle pulling became a lasso.  The string began to loop around us.  The third time I met you,  I was expecting it.  Because by that point  You were mine.  The string had tied a knot,  All we needed to do was reach out And interlock our hands.

A poem by Alex Fosnaugh I hope death is kind  I hope that his embrace  Is gentle  Soft, pure  Like how if feels  when your hand brushes my skin  I hope death will carry me  Into the great unknown  Like I'm a gift That his eyes look down on me Like I'm the greatest thing in the world  I hope when he picks me up I can only think of you  Your sweet embrace  The way your hand would squeeze me  if I dared tried to leave I hope he cradles my soul  Like a precious gem  And that he w

A poem by Anonymous I want to love you Like a breeze of cool air Like a lonely sailor kissing land Without a care I want to love you I see you everywhere The sky or through the tree I wish to sit and stare Or love you softly It's your will, and if I dare I'll kiss you slowly I feel it's only fair Let me love you once more I'll show you that I care

A poem by Josiah Findley Every day I think of you. And every single day I Imagine what we could go and see. I want to, yet we can’t. The distance travelled just to Have a 3-hour drive to wait I just don’t want to wait, And I try to remind you, that every drive I make to, Feels too long for I Because the drive just can’t Show the one I come to see Every drive excites me to see But it also makes me wait. The length says I can’t, But I want to be with you. The number of miles th