I am a big fan of poem writing. Many are about loss, some of them about happiness. I prefer poems over short stories because they share the feelings. That’s what matters.
I am a big fan of poem writing. Many are about loss, some of them about happiness. I prefer poems over short stories because they share the feelings. That’s what matters.
When the whole world wants to bring you down
And no one else is to be found
Just flap your wings. Fly away
The monster and beasts can’t catch you in the sky
You don’t have to worry or have to cry
Just flap your wings and fly so high
Sometimes you can’t escape the feeling
Sometimes life may have you reeling
But only in those good days
Flap your wings still, even if you get tired
Flap your wings ...
“Centuries ago, we lived among human. But then a war shook the ground, and we knew it was time to go back home. We live in a realm that only magical beings could be able to see. Some say that children can see us, but as the grow up, they become blind. But only to the magical.
I remember the early Chinese people praising us. They still do, but some believe us to be a myth. But hidden outside of the...
I don’t always know if I’m right
But a stuttering person
Who stutters day and night
My just be a stutterer
Or maybe a liar
I don’t always get fashion
That’s for sure but black
Clothing at night
Offers a glance at robbery
Later on
I try. It to judge but who knows
Maybe I’m living among a cereal
Killer who acts as normal as can be
Maybe he’s just trying to fit in
Who knows
But it doesn’t matter. ...
The vial was red, the color of blood. The waiter that had taken my order had popped the cork and tipped it out of its container. It poured out fast.
The waiter then glided with much grace to the table. “Your salad m-ma’am.” I arched an eyebrow at him. I nodded. Thank you.
He turned to leave, almost with such haste that he should make me even more suspicious.
I stopped him. “I didn’t get the silver...
It was the first time I had ever
Experienced stage fright
I always loved being on stage
But today my palms were sweating
The bright lights hurt my eyes
And the audience seemed to mock me
I felt so alone even though
My fellow theater friends were there with me
I tried to let the words out
But they were stuck between my teeth
And tongue and wanted to run off stage
A deep breath could save me, mayb...
I knew it was time to move on when even the trees around me wispered about me in the dark. I had to move on. I had to leave the world behind.
But the trees knew my face, the the white cloth could hide my shame.
Only toook a suitcase. I left my humble cottage in the woods.
I left it all so I could be a solitary being.
The black clothing hid my shame and grief.
The leaves rustling mocked me. The s...
You have to lie to tell the truth.
Sometimes it feels like lying is better. And it is! Or, at least in some cases.
You see, growing up, I was a big liar. I would lie about who who took the last cookie, or the first cookie. Sooner or later, I would have to confess, and the consequences were more harsh than if I fessed up right away. I soon learned that lying is a necessity in the early life. There ...
The space between the stars is best described as far away but really so close.
The stars you see in the night sky can light up the whole universe. Even in the fog, you can still see a faint light.
The stars are very far away, but are bright enough to see. The shine because they believe that one day, they will be closer to us than they are right now. They shine so we know that they are there, waiti...
Love is the lie that keeps us alive…
My dreams fell short in the dark
Sinkable, broken, lost
I reach for you every day but I catch air
I would catch you and we would be together
And I would be with you.
I imagine me and and you making
Surgar cookies together and watching
Migrating birds fly over the land
Their shadows would reign on us
I would be with you
In a thunderstorm, you would hold on
To...
I didn’t remember much that day, except for when I came home, my stepdad lay muddy in drink in the living room. I scowled. It was his fault my mum was in debt. I tiptoed upstairs, flung my bag on my mattress and sighed. Mum wasn’t home, she was working late tonight.
I lay on the bed, deep in thought, until I heard clumsy footsteps on the stairs.
I jolted up and waited. He never came upstairs, ther...