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The Flicker In The Dark
Jordan had always hated the flickering streetlight outside their house. It buzzed like a dying insect, and its erratic blinking cast unsettling shadows in their living room. Night after night, the light would stutter, as though it were gasping for attention, and night after night, Jordan cursed it under their breath.
One particularly sleepless evening, armed with a mug of cooling coffee and too m...
dreamers and lovers
_Every night, the architects shape the dreams of the mortals, but when one architect falls for a dreamer, the boundaries between their worlds begin to blur…_
…-~>^*!~-…
Landscaping is extremely intimate. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying!
Maybe it’s because I’m young, that I don’t have enough control over my patience. But you try spiriting away into someone’s dreams—a manifestation of th...
In The Golden Night
Nothing gold can stay, in the golden night
The moon shines with beauty that not even the best poet could capture. It’s white light shines with a luminous glow as it glistens in the sapphire sky making everything around it seem so pure.
The stars twinkling beams shine along with the moon capturing the beauty of the trees in the forest while giving every thing a beautiful golden light.
The tree...
Captain Sponge!!!🧽
He puts a towel over my head. It’s dry and coarse. It smells, but I can’t pinpoint what it smells like…and maybe that’s for the best.
I can’t see him, but Glasses starts screaming at me. I can feel his spittle across my neck. It’s warm in the cold, and in a strange way welcome.
Someone wheels me toward the faucet. My first guess is Glasses, but the arms are wheeling me from the left. Glasses i...
Creeping
It’s quiet at this time of day
Silence greets me
And it brings warmth along with it
It smells of pastry and black coffee
It’s stirring of memories
But I have to finish writing
I have to finish this article
I need my job or else I can’t afford to have this coffee
Black.
Reminds me of the worry creeping in.
Steeping in,
like the tea in that pot....
Straight Jacket
Growing up was constantly
Swimming
With no gills
In a pool of ice water
Always moving
Pursuing
The label of
Your perfect daughter
You love me, you applaud me
You know that I’m smart
But what happens when
Miss perfect
Stops playing her part?
Will you still adore me
If about me
You can no longer brag?
If I start speaking my mind?
Waving a more colorful flag?
If I center my values
Instead of padding ...
I wait for my dog to die.
Waiting is not a cause of death. You never see it written on a birth certificate. Cause of death: waiting. It almost sounds funny but I feel like waiting will be the cause of mine. What am I waiting for? For my dog to die.
I lost my home. It was messy it was rough but I kept my dog. I almost wish I hadn’t. I can’t provide for Bitter. When I had house and a job and friends and a functioning life ...
Red Shoes
Red shoes on the pavement
Step step step
Red converse on the sidewalk
And I rep rep rep
There goes my shoes on the cold hard ground
There goes my shoes
No one’s around
I am known for my shoes
Dirty red and beaten
I wonder how much longer this will keep repeating
I can’t silence my head so I walk walk walk
And stop stop stop
When I can’t think anymore
Unwired,
Too tired
To think, anymore...
The Daylight Spectre
The light was dimming, slowly, and then all of a sudden, as it’s always the case for people who are too fond of daylight. Tonight, though, there was a small consolation in place, a vestige of the day just gone, a reminder that light and darkness are really as indistricable as truths are from lies. As she glanced at the rain-soaked tarmac, she could sense it come alive with colours, like neon signs...
Monster
He used to chase us around the schoolyard, stomping like a giant and hollering like a madman.
He’d pretend he couldn't catch us, despite having double our speed and being triple our size.
Benny used to say he was the only cool dad in Beverly Elementary. I wore that praise around like a badge of honor.
A badge that weighed me down, and singed an aching hole into my chest. Because if that were ...
She was pretty
She was pretty before. Turning heads in every room she walked in. Now, the tabloids that call her “beautiful”, pretend that she has perfect features. A million dollars for a photo session.
She was smart before. Straight A student, passionate of poetry. Now, the scientists that test her periodically, establish that her IQ has never been reached before, by a human being.
She was kind before. Never...