A dancing, free breeze

Escaped from the wind.

A leaf found pinned

Against autumn's orange glow,

Yearning to fly to and fro.

A young boy grinned.

The cool air thinned.

The beauty began to grow.

A brown winter coat

Covered in fallen leaves.

Brown like the color

Of his eyes’ deep seas—

The blanket the earth wears

As summer finally grieves.

...

Adults surround the table, whispers of excitement create the lively hum of the yearly tea party. A tradition. One that people wait for from the moment the previous one concludes. Men and women gather round, dressed in fancy clothes, fit for the auspicious occasion.

The year is 1479 in the town of Kantor. A quiet town made up of a few hundred cottages that litter a small valley. The weather is al...

I leapt into the air with such vigor my hair nearly touched the ceiling.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "That’s not so impressive in an eight-foot-high dining room."

And normally, you'd be right—except I was five at the time.

Now you're probably wondering: "How does a five-year-old boy jump so high?"

To that I say, thank you—and I was quite large for my age.

But it wasn’t just my size that l...

Unlight shines into

the crevices of my eyes.

Doth daylight's whisper—

morning’s slight nudge?

The day’s bellowing yawn,

the earth’s achy cough.

Death and destruction,

the dirt rough and tough.

A mountain blows its nose,

flames flying above.

An ethereal light shines—

the whimper of a dove.

The world is tired,

and yet it’s forced awake.

People push it around,

sealing their fate....

An orb of light.

An illuminated face,

night’s silent gift

speckles the canvas of space.

Dead are the stars —

their shine still remains,

surrounded by darkness,

untainted,

unscathed

are its rays.

A painted white dot,

hot as the sun.

A bird’s sweet singing,

drawing me in with its hum.

Its voice pulls me closer.

I choose not to resist.

Warmer.

Warmer.

Like a drowning man,

I persist.

Hotter.

Hotte...

For me,

darkness is like light.

I come out when it's late,

for I can see in the night.

I coo and I cry—

no one can hear me.

I am different, strange,

perched high in the tree.

My head spins around,

my perception is wrong.

Black becomes white,

I don't belong.

People say I'm wise—

and they are correct.

I know what they're thinking.

I am a reject.

...

The clouds, like a skyscraper, loomed over the town, leaving it in complete darkness. Rain escaped from its underbelly, landing on his grey overcoat. He looked to his right, checking if he was being followed. He wasn't.

Disguised in a black mask he pushed himself into the home. It's impressive white marble floors met him at the entrance. A chandelier, studded with diamonds, lit up the lobby.

Jas...

Empty of hope. Absent of sound. A child's laughter, a babies cry, a mother's comforting words, non-existent, at least not here. Where buildings once stood, nothing. Where cars once rode, nothing. Where the sun once shined, shedding light on a vibrant, bustling city, nothing. Gone. Blocked.

Destruction even fled, finished its job....

An unheard whisper

dissolves in the air,

swallowed

by darkness.

Its nullified sound—

heard no longer—

as the sun hides away,

turning color into black.

Gone is music,

noise,

and laughter.

Palpable is the quiet.

Emptiness I can feel—

like the day has died,

left the moon in mourning,

hiding its bright light,

turning the world

on mute....

A knife removed

from my skin -

A battle

fought within.

Calmness.

A breath.

once fully submerged,

Air where water used to fill.

I inhale once more.

The plight -

gone.

The mother,

crying,

her hair a mess.

Your son -

I killed -

I get off my chest.

...