Moonlight draws the crowd closer to the sound Searching for shadows eaten by the nearby ground Was it a cry or a scream of a boy who has yet to be found By the party taking snaps of tears falling on the mound This is the day, the last of summer as they say People… Continue reading Snaps, Shots, and Shakes hands
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A Collection of Poems
Will be working on a collection of my poems. I have accumulated quite a handful, but will work on polishing them. 😉 I'll be posting it in my account soon! For now, here's what I have in mind for the cover: ------------------------------> Here's also a part of the introduction. Limbo (n) --- a state of uncertainty Other… Continue reading A Collection of Poems
Metallic Memory
Three-thirty in the afternoon, the whole small town of Shale grew quiet. The cool, strong winds came and Alex looked out of the window and saw it all. The sky was blue with the peaceful shades of soft white clouds. The sun was hiding behind them, taking a break. Alex knew better, and closed her… Continue reading Metallic Memory
Help
Alex walks down the street Slowly but her heart beats fast Almost out of breath in her lungs She stops and holds her mouth One. Inhale. One. Two. Exhale. One. Inhale. One. Two. Exhale. Her hands drop to grab her neck She's scratching something out Gasping for more, more air She runs towards nowhere The… Continue reading Help
Guest
The clock strikes three-thirty Everyone stayed quiet and still A glass shattered on the table No one was silent, screams! Everyone, all at the same time The doors locked suddenly People hammering them to be free One screamed, he got splinters on his hands Then the place slowly lit up Five minutes, they though, no… Continue reading Guest
Midnight
"I want to see a rainbow," Abie said. "Alright, tomorrow," Mom answered while she was in bed. "No! I want to see it today," the young girl insisted. "Don't do this darling. Mommy can't walk you there today. Tomorrow instead." "Why? You never keep your promise," Abie ran out the door. "Tomorrow." The lines went… Continue reading Midnight
Little Moves
Annie dances across the room, pointing one foot every after three steps. With her pastel blue dress, she steps on burning charcoals everywhere. Then she hears a whisper above, "Honey, dinner's ready." She opens her eyes. She's back to her white covered bed, only moving her eyes to answer "Yes"
Soft
I remember Hans walked slowly, looking down on his foot. He was counting every brick, I guess. He greeted me every day, but I thought he forgotten it that day. But I saw him in the middle of the road. It was a busy hour, and I rushed to call him back. Everything was slow… Continue reading Soft
Endless
They say I’m a good-for-nothing person. Though there are times I really think they are right. But most of the days they’re wrong. -- Oh my, how long have we known each other? Fifteen, twenty years perhaps. I know every little bit about you. The way you look into my eyes. The way we talk… Continue reading Endless
