“I became a writer to escape the despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I create with my imagination.” -Ray Bradbury
“I became a writer to escape the despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I create with my imagination.” -Ray Bradbury
People shun lies, say they’re evil
But they’re the same people who can’t speak the truth
They talk and they talk, not ever knowing who they are
Or what they’re doing.
Fake people, masks that are plastered on so tight you can’t take them off if you try
I’m not quite sure they can take them off, either.
And then you meet them
The person who you don’t even have to wear a veil around
You’re completel...
Fiber glass looks like cotton candy;
Soft
Sweet
Safe
When you grab some, it hurts, and you’re not quite sure why
Cutting
Digging
Stinging
You ignore it, I mean, it’s not THAT bad. Everyone loves it, so should you
It kisses your lips, making them crack and bleed
“I just have to taste it. Then I’ll understand what people mean.”
It’s in your mouth, down your throat
Slicing
Ripping
Scratching
You...
I walked down this path by my house twice every day. In the morning after I wake up, at night before I go to bed. I have never lost this routine. This road felt like mine, like no one else knows it’s there. Which is strange because it’s really quite beautiful. Peaceful.
Autumn came and I slipped my favorite sweater over my head. It was 6am on a normal Sunday, and I was getting ready for my first ...
I went to the store with my family
Clothe racks and aisles
Places to be, so many things to see!
The world that lies just beyond
The curtain of clothes.
I part the shirts
Like Moses parting the Red Sea
And I step into the circle
Hiding in a place I found
No one else will find it
I come out
I go to the next one
I go out again
And into the next
The next
Next next
“Mom?” I call
I’m tired, ready fo...