we walk past
one another, every day
we never talk,
silently believing
they’d never relate.
but our ceilings,
the ones we stare
at late into the night,
the ones we deeply
focus on until
our sight slips into
sleep and becomes lost in dreams,
if those ceilings held a
conversation about
us, they’d get on well –
talking about all
of our vulnerabilities
and fears and how
relatable we are, if only
we had the courage to say
it all, to tell it all to the world –
but we don’t, we keep them
quiet and only let our
ceilings know the darkest
corners of our minds and hearts

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: relate

to rewrite another’s words

when the word given
is really just an echo
of one’s own desires
to be pushed won
the throats of others
so the other is silenced
without room to be,
left helpless, unheard
can’t even bother
backdated post a day poem for December 14th, 2017


it’s risky business,
treating your actions
like careless transactions,
especially when others
keep the receipts
when you fail to meet
their satisfaction

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: risky

layered pursuits

old soul, young at heart
somewhere between is the doorway
in which few people step and realize, that
to tame is to discipline
in the same way
to be intelligent is to be wise
one comes from the influence of others,
the other from one’s own pursuits,
traveling down the corridors of life
to differentiate understanding from one’s own
eyes and those of others — but most often
these are all tied together, and in the knots
we have lost our ability to sift through
the gold of even the most mundane of thoughts

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: tame


missiles are tossed
carelessly from our lips
each and every syllable
tearing down faith and
confidence, and what
happens when all
of the ugly words are spent?
they can never buy back
good will, only countered
with more resentment

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: launch