I feel like I am in a dream And the particles that make me Are vibrating Shifting from solid form Into nothing. Am I a ghost? A stranger smiles my way. I must be real. Unless this is all fake. How do you tell if you’re alive When even pain just feels like a distantContinue reading “What Is Real?”
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Give Me A Reason
Give me a reason Like leaves in the seasons To change, for you It’s been a long hard winter I’m prepared to wither away But you say you don’t want me to Oh, you want me to stay But oh, I don’t want to stand still Just give me a reason You beg and you’reContinue reading “Give Me A Reason”
Wildest Dreams- Drive
When I asked where we were going, Mr. Prent replied, “Let’s get out of this town; drive out of the city, just… get away from these crowds of students and teachers…” And witnesses. “I like the sound of that.” So we went on a long drive. No destination in sight. Maybe Mr. Prent got theContinue reading “Wildest Dreams- Drive”
Wildest Dreams- Haunted: A Poem
Dark clouds in my head Rain cascades over my ribs Salty and acidic Eroding my bones I am broken Haunted And so far gone lost. I thought this would be a good poem for Wildest Dreams. A little side project I am working on. Read part of it here, a picture-it & write inspiration!
What It Took To Realize- Chapter Three
“What?” I cried. “New York City! For the weekend! Aren’t you excited?” She began to bounce up and down. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I’ve got a few jobs there this weekend, and there’s this big party tomorrow night…” She slowly trailed off. I shook my head. “Tupaia,” I whined. “You know I don’t do parties.Continue reading “What It Took To Realize- Chapter Three”
I’ve never seen green so dark On a tree two-stories tall Catching the rain as it falls. I look through a window Like a TV screen And everything feels fake Including me.
Just got home. 10 minutes earlier than a normal day, 10 minutes later than a good day. God, Mondays suck. I pick up the phone from the cup holder, preparing to text Kyle and let him know I’m home, but I am distracted by an article I was dying to read. Something about how writersContinue reading “Hummmm”
Sunday. Lazy day. The only day I get to have a lazy day. I work Monday through Saturday, and even after leaving the office I stay up until about one in the morning working on my laptop. My family says I’m a workaholic. Coworkers say I need to take a vacation. I don’t need anyContinue reading “Wonderland”
I am sitting at my desk in the open spaced classroom. None of us can concentrate on the current task. We watch the minute hand tick-tock. The room fills with the chorus of bouncing pencil erasers, the tap-tap-tapping of feet against the linoleum floor and fingers drumming against polished wooden desk tops. Once the minuteContinue reading “Jungle Gym”