Beneath the cerulean, boundless empyrean wide,
A vibrant, kaleidoscopic palette of flowers swayed and pranced,
Bugs feasted with meticulous, insatiable hand,
And a dilligent, wandering ant somehow found it’s way inside your pants.
Zephyrs graced the world with a gentle, calming breeze,
And the radiant, golden sun left each being tenderly kissed, beauteously warm, and serenely blissed.
The day...
There are a few things you can do after you murder someone.
1. You can repent.
2. You can turn yourself in.
3. You can wash your hands of their blood and scrub your clothes until they’re clean.
Jonas chose the latter. He locked himself in the bathroom and forced himself to come to terms with what he had just done.
_Murder._
The word didn’t seem to accurately describe it.
He took a life. With ...
The sun blossomed into the sky,
the fruit in the trees birthed seeds
and tasted so sweet.
The flowers fed the bees,
and dad mowed the lawn
after weeks he avoided it;
he said he could feel your
hands still on the handlebar.
And for days we avoided touching
your car.
And for days the height from the window
to the driveway felt so far,
and you seemed so hard to wake up
even af...
As I feel my body drop, I remember a similiar time twenty years ago when I was seven.
I was a disobedient kid. That very day, my mother had warned me not to climb the tree in the backyard because it was too high, and I wouldn’t be able to get down. I took that as a personal challenge. As she began preparing dinner, I snuck out the back door and made my way to the tree.
Its bark was rough, peeli...
I was running down the street
when the pavement dropped away,
and I stood at the edge of the universe.
In a dim corner,
a phone booth sat alone,
glowing red.
I lifted the receiver,
and a haunting voice said,
"Tell me your greatest fear,
or everyone you love will end up dead."
I slammed the phone down.
The voice was in my ear,
"Your time is running out now."
The red light puls...
I cry for my future,
so much that hope cannot bear me,
and fear cannot look me in the eyes
as I scramble to gather the pieces
of forgotten dreams
and lost prayers,
trying to force them together,
to create what seems uncreateable.
Yet, even though time refuses,
I am fearfully hopeful
that it will wait for me....
They did not want to speak to each other. In the dimly lit room, they each traveled to a corner on opposite sides and attempted to avoid eye contact, but there was just not enough to look at before their eyes would eventually meet.
The tension in the stare was palpable. Neither dared to break the gaze, fearing it might break the silence, but the sound of footsteps and indistinct voices urged the...
**The poem:**
_The sky, a vision rotten,_
_The air, a taste so bitter,_
_The ground, caked and covered,_
_In the dead men’s glitter._
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_The horizon is fading,_
_Their rifles are crying_
_Everyone is dying!_
_Everyone is dying!_
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_So far out of reach,_
_An end, beyond their grasp,_
_How hard to teach,_
_This futile, empty clasp._
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_Everyone is dying,_
_Everyone is dying._
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**The Revi...
**Journal Entry: July 19, 2024**
Today marks the beginning of Project Mirage. The objective is simple: observe how long-time prisoners adapt to a new. I am the one who first brought up this idea and my investment in its success is unwavering. If this experiment succeeds, it could revolutionize the way we handle recidivism and lower the mortality rates of newly released prisoners.
Our first subje...