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 the … Continue reading Wildest Dreams- Drive
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!
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 writers … Continue reading Hummmm
He found himself at her door. Like so many times before. But he couldn't remember how he got there. It seemed all roads lead to her. It was a warm but cool night. He could taste its humidity on his tongue. Had he walked? Did he drive? He couldn't remember. Nor could he tear … Continue reading The Last Time