Born in Louisiana. Travelled to Texas. Now living in California, looking for the next escape. Trying to become a better writer.
Born in Louisiana. Travelled to Texas. Now living in California, looking for the next escape. Trying to become a better writer.
A tickle
A kiss
From a ghost
The past whistles
And we wonder
What could have been
If only
If only
We had knew
Then
What we know
Now
If only we knew
The words
Weren’t in remembrance
Of what we lost
But a warning
Of what we’d lose
If we didn’t
Remember
A tickle
A kiss
From a ghost
A gentle breeze
We barely notice
As it passes
And we wonder
Only for a moment...
The stars waved goodbye
But the sun never rose
The moon melted away
But the sky stayed black
We all waited
With bated breath
For a new day
That would never come
Put so much faith
In a false chosen one
Now we sit
Some wondering why
Some in shame
And others always
Knowing
This would be the way
There was never
Any hope
No salvation
No new day
And now
We all knew
As we stared
Together
In the bleak
Rea...
Regina held her sister in her arms. Nina was only eighteen and now she’d never see nineteen. Her eyes stared blankly at the grey sky. The other girls had huddled around them, forming a shield of sorts.
“I warned her. I told her to step away from the horse. She didn’t listen.” The voice was self-assured. Regina could hear the justification in his voice. “The little wench got what she deserved.”
“...
She sat on the back porch, cigarette in hand, thinking. A steady white line of smoke rose from the glowing ember, twisting into the cold evening sky. Her eyes were streaked. Makeup mixed with tears.
Today her daddy died, and he’d never hug her again. She’d never see his crooked smile, or smell that cedar oak aroma when he walked into a room. He was a big man. Not fat but stocky. A body of a worke...
cold days
we drag ourselves
from warm beds
and soft pillows
to drink the morning brew
to wake our hearts
before the day starts
busy and bustling
the people move about
but don’t see
the invisible people
in the streets
torn clothes
in the cold
some are mad
some are ill
of body
of mind
some both
some just lost
as we all can be
at times
so we stir soup and
mend some clothes
hand out blankets
an...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” The man yelled the words at the top of his lungs.
The clown frowned back at him and asked, “Who me?”
“Of course you! Look at that smile. Look at your bright clothes. Red nose! You have to be the happiest person in the world, right,” replied the man.
The clown laughed a little. “No, no. This is just a disguise. This is just makeup. The smile...