Siobhan McSweeney

Joined September 2022

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Bio

An elementary school teacher who is doing her best okay

Stories (11/0)

Separated By The Sky
I screamed and and I cried and I fought with the sky, Begging and pleading up At the insurmountable gray. But the thing is,
By Siobhan McSweeney10 days ago in Poets
Trapped
I suppose The real monster Inside us all Is the one that we trap The snide remark we don’t say The cutting look All hidden
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a month ago in Poets
Hidden
I am not strong You will never know me to say That I am beautiful I know, with my whole entire being I am defined by my reflection
By Siobhan McSweeney3 months ago in Poets
Top Story - January 2024
Who do you see?Top Story - January 2024
Who do you see? When you look deep into your own eyes? Do you recognize the man you have become? or Do you fear the lines in your skin, that mark the passage of time?
By Siobhan McSweeney4 months ago in Poets
the sky is on fire
The sky is on fire The forest screams They cover their saplings They look to the streams The sky is on fire The humans roar
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
Bring Me
Welcome to my shoppe, I have riches abound Each bauble has a price, please look around Welcome dear sellers and buyers alike
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
love is my shame
Trickery, thievery, beautiful lies I wonder, I wait, I see his eyes Bountiful, plentiful, cups runneth full I see his greed, I feel its pull
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
Two Brothers
Two brothers wait alone in the wood, One of them sat, while the other one stood. Both were still, in the dead of night Both marking time with a feeling of fright.
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Stares at Walls
I’ve become the girl who stares at walls Replaying old conversations, she hopes you call She loses time in memories thrall
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
Lone Peak
Tall, lonely, barren, Forever up in the sky Watching those below
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Poets
The Prophecy of Alaron
Emerion woke to the smell of blood in the air. His eyes opened with an audible click and he tasted the air with his tongue to confirm his suspicions. Yes, it was human blood. Young human blood. A twinge of irritation went through him. Why, this morning of all mornings, must he have to deal with humans?
By Siobhan McSweeneyabout a year ago in Fiction