Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue. It's always the same thing. 'Your branches are too close to mine. I need my space.'
'I can't stop growing but I'm trying but the wind is working against me.'
'I know. I'm sorry I just feel so closed in. So trapped.'
They're probably talking about the neighbors new fence. At least they are trying now. I hope they can work throu...
"Who are you?" -those were the hardest words to hear in my life. But I knew I would hear them eventually. I wonder if this is how she felt when she was in my position. I wonder if this is how my child will feel when it happens to them. There's no way to tell. Just the hope to pass down empathy in order to get through these hard times.
"Jenn." I say back. That's all she needs to know. If I tell he...
If silence had a scent, it would smell like a puzzle. The old musty smell when remaking a favorite or the smell of a freshly open bag of pieces, pieces that still have shavings of paper because they weren't cut perfectly during manufacturing.
Or silence could be the smell of freshly mowed grass. When the mower is grinding away at overgrown grass all of my thoughts are drowned out and I find that ...
Her hips were swinging with the beat that flowed through this strange piece of beauty. Her timing was just slightly off but she didn’t care. Her stockings were ripped but could have been on purpose. Her black tank top was hidden beneath a blue fishnet top that went up her arms. She had adorned her wrists with to many bracelets that clicked together. This human didn’t seem to care for a dance party...
Everything was calm
The breeze on my palm
Was cool and refreshing
The silence wasn’t pressing
But instead it was a blessing
A distant rumbling calls
I cannot hear through the walls
A door burst so grand
A time to take a stand
A person and a hand
No
This is not good
No
This is not how it should
Be
My silence replaced by screams
No one else can hear
My body tears to the extremes
My head no lon...
“When the moon is full it will bloom. You just have to wait little one.” Momo flapped her butterfly wings and floated about the unopened buds. My dragonfly wings were noisy and less elegant than Momos. I looked upon her wings with envy.
“How long until the full moon?” I glance up to the sky but the canopy covered most of the stars.
“Oh about 3 days until it’s full. Don’t worry we’ll check each n...
“Go on. If you want to leave with your friend you will have to give our dear princess a kiss.” His highness gestures to a white haired girl sitting on an ornate throne. Her jewels glittered like starlight against her pale skin.
He’s laughing at me. He knows I don’t like anything and he’s doing it again. This time I don’t really have a choice. Ser might have caused all of my problems as of late bu...
Everyone loves getting a rose. They place them in a vase and put them or it on display, in a place that should get enough light. They water them but how long can they be expected to last. Not as long as any of us would like. They sit there enjoying glances from you, who received this gift with love. Never knowing how long it would last. Would it last? Could it last? No. Nothing ever lasts. Soon al...
The large windows overlook a pansy flower garden. The bed is cozy with a dozen worn in pillows. A large chair occupies the corner, piles of books surround it. The actual bookshelves are full and bursting under the weight of every book she already has. The floor is carpeted but you could barely tell, there's just enough room to walk a tight path. The opposite corner resides a stereo filled with old...