(This is a chapter taken from my work in progress, so some things may seem out of context, but I hope it will intruige readers)

Recovering from surgery suited Viktor well. After everything he’d been through lately, it was like a dream to be relaxing in a warm bed, slurping on fruit-flavored jello cups, listening to the melodic whistle of birds flitting about outside his window. He was even allow...

I have this face that I put away

When sunlight calls the break of day

When blacks become gold and cloudy blue

I hide the person the nighttime knew

Dawn is an artist so inspired

Who, when the old face I've retired

Masks my vissage in subtly

With colors the public is happy to see

I spend the day as a pantomime

Reciting someone else’s rhyme

My friends speak fondly of the eyes

Of a person I do n...

There is little that is certain in this world

The grandest cities are reduced to ash

Rivers dry and mountains become plains

Hearts are haphazardly shattered like glass

Trust becomes so easy to destroy

It seems some people do it just for fun

And each time your city is restored

You find a new disaster has begun

What do you cling to that will not bend?

For your own flesh is liable to fail

Your p...

There is an emptiness after the tempest

When the winds batter the sails no more

The air seems exhausted in its own triumph

Puddles rest stagnant on splintered boards

Count the bodies laying upon the deck

Wondering how the Captain continues to steer

The hull, now crooked where lightning struck

Is hesitant to move away from here

The watery grave has become enticing

Where else do you find solace...

The car windows are hot to the touch

Glass sizzling from summer rays

Steven and I make it a contest

Who can keep their hand on them the longest

I lose

Every time

He runs into the pool so his feet don’t burn

On the deck that bakes in the sun

I run so no one can see

The toenail I cut too close

That left a red stain on the bathroom rug

Mom asks why all my jeans have holes in the knee

She ...

In the empty concert hall

The ballerina stretches her legs

In two hours, the room will be abuzz

Hundreds of people flocking together

Eager to watch the trance-like dance

Of a dozen young women

In pastel lace and pointed shoes

While the orchestra sings beneath them

Silken violins and fluttering flutes

That leap and glide with the dancers

The crowd applauding at every pause

And blinding lights ...

Compose a poem from the point of view of an omniscient being watching you go throughout your day. What things do they notice about you that you may not notice about yourself? ...

Mom says I’m a hoarder

Always have been, always will be

A collector of anything and everything

Finding the world so intrinsically valuable

In the most mundane of ways

That six year old who skipped

Across the playground

Collecting Christmas-colored beads

That someone had spilled haphazardly

To store in the top drawer of my dresser

Next to Spider-Man valentines

And take-apart erasers shaped...

She’s a child who doesn’t mind wandering

Who likes to walk around the same path

Twenty

Thirty

Forty times

She’s a child who stacks dolls in a row

And then leaves them there

Bears

Babies

Breathe in and out

Because she panics

Things are abnormal

Not where she left them

In

Out

In

Out

But she’s already crying

It’s not a big deal

It’s not the end of the world

But it was

And it is

And it w...