Inspired by the things that I love. “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” — Toni Morrison
Inspired by the things that I love. “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.” — Toni Morrison
The sky is an ever changing canvas
Each brush of a cloud
crafted by the strokes of the universe
Something this beautiful
Could never be man made
It is a natural phenomenon
A marvel that we get to witness
In process at any moment
Never finished, an everlasting painting
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(Here is a bonus stanza that I didn’t feel like fit with the others:
A fox chasing the ball of light
Streaking his aubu...
Jeremiah groans in frustration. But he doesn’t stop.
The abundance of plantas in his home quiver with his current emotion, though not wilting. Yet.
He slows down the video to try to take it in again. But quickly, the words and movements jumble into a mess in his cerebro.
“¡Dios mio!” He mutters.
His hermanita pops her head into his room, that curious glint in her eyes. “Miah? What are you ...
“I never told you her name.”
Koa’s eyes widen, having realized his slip up. Rose is practically vibrating. This may be it. The moment she’s been waiting for. Answers to what happened to her sister.
Sighing, he drags his hand down his face as if he can’t believe what he said. “It’s my power. Telepathy. I read your mind,” he reveals quietly, his eyes shifting around, paranoid that someone will he...
“I’ve never met anyone like you before!” Ward yells gleefully, trying to have his voice heard over the waterfall. Nova is climbing down the rock face, much faster than him, practically jumping from foothold to foothold.
If Haze were here in this moment, she would comment on how she is like a mountain goat.
“You should be grateful for that,” she teases him, as she lands on the ground, quite gra...
When Roman was five, he truly began to understand his powers.
Before that, he didn’t really get when his parents took him to the doctor and she diagnosed his powers as absorption.
She tried to describe it with metaphors. He was a mosquito. But a good one. Where he could take pain or emotions from people.
At the time, he didn’t get it. A mosquito. Those pesky bugs that he hated. He was like on...
I want to burrow into the dirt
Camouflage into the background
Mask my opinions
Disguise my skin
Tuck away into a corner
where no one is
Because people are loud
deafening almost
Roaring and thundering on
about who is right
and who is wrong
Why does it feel like either way
we all lose?
Because there’s this divide
that no results can erase
So I’ll go out and do my part
and try to ignore the nois...
Rose is sixteen.
Three whole years older than her sister when she went missing.
Her sister at the age of thirteen disappeared in the night like a magician. An eight year old Rose thought it was a trick. That Thorn would poof right back in her room like it never happened.
But it wasn’t a magic trick.
And she never came back.
Everyone says it was a Stranger that took her sister. Maybe her ...
“When do you think she’ll be back?”
Ajax moves away in irritation, his rest in the sun ruined. Scooby was way too energetic for his liking.
“She always comes back,” Ajax meows, moving his tail to whack Scooby in the nose. It surprises him but doesn’t deter him. Unfortunately.
“But when?” Scooby repeats, pouncing playfully in front of Ajax.
Eyeing the table with Herbert’s tank on it, he leaps...