Dreams are a silly thing. They can be an escape from reality or a wonderful fantasy. Either way my dreams keep me alive. Keep me away from the heartbreak and the pain.

Every night I hook up to the Machine. The _Dream Machine_, they call it. It keeps us sane. Allows us to stay in line and follow rules without question. We get rewarded in good dreams for a day of hard work. But nightmares come as p...

I shuffle my feet, sitting on a small chair to what seems like an even smaller table. The room is loud with kids giggling and chattering while they color. I would usually be giggling with them—I work here as a volunteer—but today is not one of those days.

He stares at me his desk, watching my actions. Every blink, every tremble. To think those disgusting eyes watched me scream; to think they watc...

It was bright, and happy, but it was the wrong time and place for this. The entire neighborhood had passed, or left to Nevada. Up on a hill, near the green grass, lay a woman. She was old and was the only one who wanted to stay. Her days were almost over, and she hadn’t seen her family in almost 3 years.

(Might finish this later but I’m kinda busy)...

“Until death,” sang a tiny voice from underneath the bench. “until death strikes us all.” The day was bright and pretty. Moments before, the clouds respectfully excused themselves and revealed the sun.

“Joshua, get from under there!” The boy’s mother scolded.

“And quit talkin’ all that nonsense.” His father added.

Joshua crawled from underneath the bench and dusted his pants. His mother walked ...

Sitting atop of a hurried slope covered in pleasantries and merriments stays a home for graceful radiance. There it was always sunny and there it was bursting with many bright colors. Early mornings and hard work was rewarded with cerulean blue petunias and peachy walls embraced with positivity that would never quit.

One could find themselves feeling a loud sense of longing, or maybe envy for a...

I watched pop sitting on the bench just off the beach, watching the surf. It was the middle of summer and a perfect day for beach going: hundreds of vacationers sunning and cavorting, building sand castles, searching for shells; on the boardwalk, I knew he was listening to the clack-clack-clack of sandals passing by.

I was at the fruit stand, getting a bowl for each of us. Pop would maybe take a...

Butterfly butterfly

Look at me

All painted colors

Beautiful scenes

Hiding in heaven

High and unseen

While underneath me

I see the obscene

Creatures beneath me

Hurting each other

Killing each other

Sing out loud how it’s

Cool to be mean

They beat their women.

They poison their own seas

Happy in the Knowledge

That nobody sees

Killing their planet

They’ve forgotten me.

My wings may be sma...

I’m done listening to him babble, trying to come up with something to make me move on for good. For all the talking he does, he really is stupid.

“Just stop.” He halts mid-sentence, looking at me confused.”

“You asked for a reason. I’m giving many.”

“Those aren’t reasons. Those are what you think are justifications for your actions. She did nothing to you, ever. Why the hell would you make her fee...

I trek up the mountainside trying to ignore my annoying partner, Gideon. He just keeps talking, and talking, and talking. We’re almost halfway through, almost to the top. I tell him to shut up, again, as I take in the scenery. The lush green ferns, tall strong trees, bright blue sky, and fluffy clouds make for a perfect day. Except for said partner.

We finally reach the top, and I sign at the beau...

This negligence eats my soul

tossed away like rubbish

Silently awaiting my demise

I am discarded

Wearing a mask of happiness

Inwardly I’m depressed

Bruised and broken

I am discarded

Clawing for air

Shaking in fear

Grave calling for me

I am discarded...