S weet summer air
I feel the breeze run cool fingers through my hair
L ying under a canopy of green
E very moment of stillness is serene
N o losing time that others stole
C riss cross applesauce, hands in the bowl
E ven a bit of calm is gold
I prefer the chatter of the brook to human voices
S olitude is one of my best choices
G reat it is to be alone
O n my own I could for hours roam
L ittl...
I snuck a peek at him as his fingers brushed my hand.
So softly
Ever so softly
I looked over at him, hands gripping the wheel, blue eyes fixed on the road ahead.
So focused
Ever so focused
I gazed up at him as he talked to the guy at the counter.
“We want a large popcorn and an iced slushy.”
He turned towards me and caught my eye.
He smiled a little.
So slightly
Ever so slightly
I ...
The children we raised knew something wasn’t quite right with mommy and daddy. They asked about it, but I knew they weren’t ready.
Falling out of love is complicated, especially when the other person is clueless. How was I supposed to do this? Oh, how was he so blind as to miss how I’d recoil when he touched my skin, was so tense when I’d talk to him? Maybe he knew but didn’t want to leave me. T...
The sand sticks to your skin. The grains are going to scrub at your skin, revealing a red, itchy spot when you try to wash it off later. You don’t care, though. All you can think about is the water.
There’s nobody here today. The beach is empty, but you don’t mind. You like it that way, as you’ve always preferred solitude.
The wind is strong today. It whips your hair around your face. The red ...
Today is your lucky day
You’ll see me try to rhyme
(Key word: try)
I swear, if this is a waste of time…
While you’re here, maybe I’ll tell you why this sucks
Poetry is so RESTRICTIVE
Don’t even get me started…
It makes me feel a tad vindictive
Writing a poem is a struggle
Even reading one doesn’t make sense
And the poems we “analyze” (more like make up meanings for) in English class…
Edgar All...
Your “love” was poison
Crept into my veins
Your “love” trapped me
Wrists bound by invisible strains
Why couldn’t I notice?
Your “love” was fake
Even if I thought it was true
I should have known it would break
Your “love” nearly choked me
Hands pressing against my throat
All while singing a song
But you never hit the right note
Your “love” is a killer
Lurking in the night
I was your victim
...
Sarah’s head had been resting on Sam’s shoulder when she got THE CALL. She remembered the way THE PHONE had rung, how she’d gotten up from her seat with a whispered, “I’ll get it,” and the ten second walk from the couch to the counter.
She’d picked up HER PHONE. It had HIS name on the screen. But Sam is sitting on the couch, she’d thought, looking back over her shoulder to make sure. There he wa...
My fans in the crowd, I don’t think you know just how many people I’ve had to eliminate to get here. Would you still be clapping had you known?
Tonight my dress feels heavy and seems to drag me down, but at least it looks splendid for the cameras. It cost a pretty penny, but I need to look impeccable. Would you still be clapping if I didn’t?
Fame is overrated. It’s just a reminder that the world...
When I wake up, it’s not bright out yet, but I still feel well rested. I haven’t slept this well in days. Ever since the robots took over, life has been a struggle.
I get up and unzip the opening to the tent, pausing a moment to take in my surroundings before stepping outside into the crisp autumn air. Soon it’ll be winter, I realize. Food will be scarcer. Just another difficulty to add to my cu...
“No!” My son cries, beginning to weep. “It- it can’t,” he gasp between sobs, “be right. Must have been a mistake.”
The nurse, with her tight-lipped smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, says, “I am very sorry for your loss.”
That statement wrenches me out of my shock. “I’m not dead yet,” I mutter.
“The treatment is very expensive. I’m afraid that there is only one cure, and it’s a relatively new...
