Falling feels like flying
When you’ve never touched the ground.
Gravity can’t hurt you
When you’re skyward bound.
Falling feels like flying
If you face any direction but down.
If you can see the end of your journey,
You’ll never turn back around.
Falling feels like flying
Until the moment that you land.
Then suddenly falling feels like dying
And you’re never free again....
Alone again,
It’s who I am.
The ghost of a girl,
A spectator in their world.
The story I follow
didn’t last long.
My heart is hollow,
the pages gone.
Icy spikes
Form in their eyes.
A cold, cold darkness
It’s my disguise.
Don’t let the light
Creep its way through,
Or it will unveil
My unsightly view.
Alone again,
It’s who I am.
Self-sabotage
reaches out its deathly hand.
Though years ago
warm ...
If there was anywhere he’d rather be… well, there wasn’t. He enjoyed the little things most, the way the sky would turn blue and pink at that perfect moment before the sun fell behind the rocky mountains. The scurries of desert mice, the cries of soaring sparrows, the whistles of the wind. However, there was nothing he loved more than his horse, Luna. The sky, the mice, the sparrows, and the wind,...
Love is the lie that keeps us alive.
You poured out your heart,
I pulled out my knives.
Love too truthfully and you’re done;
I could tell with one look you were too far gone.
Love is the lie that caused you to die.
You hoped too far,
Flew up too high.
That’s why I broke it off on the twelfth,
But maybe it was to save myself.
Love is the lie that’s making me cry.
It’s your absence that’s haunti...
Every time I reached out,
you’d pull me out of the waves.
You’d hold me close and only let me down when we reached the safety of the white foamy waters.
It was innocent love,
pure as snow,
soft as marshmallows and bunnies and dim lantern glows.
Whipped cream on the tip of my nose,
the cold wind of winter blows
it was a white Christmas with you.
The intricate painting of our lives weaved with c...
It shouldn’t be addicting
The way you look at me,
It tastes so bitter on my tongue
But replaces my reality.
I delve into the canyons
of your doe-brown eyes
There’s nothing keeping me on my feet,
I’m lifted by butterflies
Raised on a throne of wings,
I touch the clouds
But there’s still a rotten taste
in my mouth.
I try to smile,
Blood paints my teeth.
While I was distracted,
Your sword you un...
Mr. Mcklenny meticulously placed the delicate glass lantern atop the decorated table, wiping his brow immediately afterwards. It was the final of the decorations to be set out, and now came the real challenge: the wait.
Being in the middle of the desert was a bit of a difficult area to attract others, however he learned from years of settling that it was the best way for him to put on his mask an...
Two pairs of blue eyes.
One, dark as the depths of the ocean.
The other, light like the small waves on the shore.
Just two different pairs of eyes, and yet the girls were the same in every other possible way.
Amy loved sunrises. So did Hannah.
Hannah loved the color orange. So did Amy.
Amy and Hannah loved going on walks in the summer and swimming in chlorinated pools and eating mangoes and ski...
Belonging
Is waking up to your mother’s smile,
Because to her, you matter.
Belonging
Is having the dinner table set with a spot for you
Because you are a part of the family.
Belonging
Is an invitation to a birthday party
Because your friend wants you there.
Belonging is just a feeling,
But the aspects that awaken it are forever meaningful....
The book in my hand clatters to the floor as the door of my office swings open. I keep my head down, not daring to look at his arrogant walk as he enters.
“Nervous?” The sinister smile in his voice is apparent even in just that single word.
Instead of responding, I carefully rearrange the red pen, papers, and stationary that are kept on my desk. It is the safer option.
The ruffles of paper fr...
