An aspiring writer who has challenged herself to write a story and poem every day this summer. Positive and constructive feedback always welcome!
An aspiring writer who has challenged herself to write a story and poem every day this summer. Positive and constructive feedback always welcome!
Shadows of past lives whisper through the dark,
Lingering in devastated stories of families
Crushed into dust.
A lone bicycle wanders through a deserted park
To witness a metal swing sway in the wind,
Echoing with rust.
Families that thought they could live forever
Ached with bottomless pits of despair
As they tried to navigatee a world severed
From maps of memories, and histories laid bare.
A...
The sharp green bristles of the oldest pine tree
Shudder to remove the ashes of its burning branches,
Branches where I used to hide from the summer heat
And from the calls of my cousins as we played hide and seek.
Clouds of grey smoke spread above the rich mountains of the South
Mountains where I used to watch pink sunrises from the safety of
Blankets on my bedroom balcony long after my parents f...
Supportive smiles made across hallways
Kindly advice when mistakes are made
Defending repeated misteps to keep her going
And yet when the chance arises
She spreads vines of discord and poison
Beneath my feet, silent and painful
Aiming simply to harm and destroy
Carefully structured relationships
Tied by thin threads of trust.
My brain could not comprehend
The imbalance of repaying kindness with ...
I wondered when it would happen for me
The endless array of clothes in closets
The sound of children’s laughter playing
A smile across a kitchen table
A key that opens the door to my own business
But it seems that these are things I am meant to hear about
Not experience
Witness but not enjoy
Each disappointment settles deeper in the growing darkness inside me
A darkness that thuds and echoes throu...
So often than not
I feel like a leaf balancing on a branch,
Tied to the mercurial weather.
Bright green to soak in the morning summer sun
Then yellow and orange from the sharper brisk air
Interrupted by hesitant dashes of light.
Soaked brown when a strong storm shakes me
As I cling to my crooked branch.
How I wished I was a root
Firmly situated beneath the solid earth
Absorbing what I needed fro...
Small sips of delightful bitter coffee
Sharpen my gaze on a summer morning
Stories filter through my mind
In an attempt to stretch my patience
Like a well-watered planted near a window
With leaves turning, a crispy brown.
Waiting is a test that I seem to fail at
Ungracefully.
A plan is in motion, they say.
It will happen at the right time, they say.
I exhale like a stuttering old AC vent
Staring ...
Forgotten sketch books piled in a jammed drawer
Yoda, her ragged beige cat with glassy green eyes
Crumbled notes of secrets passed along in classrooms
A battery-dead gameboy filled with laughter and frustration
The altered memories of a past life in a world away
Away from her scattered paintings in a sharp white desk
From the slow wink of her black cat’s yellow eyes
From the lively beginning of a ...
The heavily armed guards dragged me across the spotless marble floors for my audience with the king. I had been standing outside the royal palace with the members of my organization, Equality For All, for what seemed like weeks to simply have a moment and discuss our demands with those in charge.
It seemed like today was the day when I could finally be able to represent our cause.
My arms ached ...
The lines around her eyes seemed to slither around her face like snakes, covering up what was left of her iconic beauty. Sherryl stood in front of the mirror, blinking her dark eyes quickly, trying to rid her mind and her reflection of the horrid image.
How did time rush pass her so quickly? When did she become so quickly forgotten?
As she ignored the reflection of the untidy woman in the mirror,...