pitter patter, the clink of the teacups went

as he fed me weeks day old bread

in the windowless basement where i was kept.

children's stories he read

in the almost concerning pink bed.

Tossing

Turning

Trembling

hoping for the day i get out

hoping for the day i feel again.

the great wooden door flung open

i could not see, not a thing.

the streak of light glimmered

directly on my bare face

and l...

Diamonds are beautiful, but they are also strong,

i was the diamond, my mother used to tell me.

though i wasn't so convinced, after all im weak,

how long am i going to rot in the comfort of my bed,

while i creak?

you used to say i was unique.

i hate lies,

my mother used to do it all the time,

the lying the drinking the smoking,

"the good the bad the ugly are whats good for growth" she says,

yet ...

the fire crept up against our legs, as i further reached for pegs spread about the king sized bed but fail once again. The gem is what it held adjacent to the peg, the gem that would stop the fire that slowly wept from the dresser head. She whimpered with fear, my own i held within. This was one of the many riddles we had faced in order to evade. The mere brave facade having been kept up, while on...

It clouded the room with history,

Thus a whimper of longing animosity.

Am i just to wallow in misery,

and deep shallow curiosity.

Do you miss me, do you not.

A cup of coffee to bitter,

do not bring it up you just whither.

Zip it up like the locks on your safe,

were we even ever friends?

or just a bunch of fakes,

guess it's best to keep it safe.

Do you miss me, do you not.

Scared are you or disli...

What did you do, as the tears ran down their face,

did you walk endlessly around the maze,

or did you warp in the pain?

perhaps you ignored it in vain.

what did you do?

as he lay in the big brown box,

with his heartbeat as if on locks,

and everyone cradled without hopes,

just the sound of mopes.

The good memories were a fuzz,

your father that's who he was,

perhaps you should cry just because,

o...

Suddenly, all the pent-up emotions he had held within came rushing down on Zeeke as he lay on his-couch at the exact same spot-for the eleventh time this week, tears crawled down from his face one by one. He was in deep, utter pain, like a man who had been shot and can't seem to go to sleep. he was worse than a junkie without their drugs. He was in an endless state of torment because he couldn't h...

Moxie Sunflower wandered aimlessly around the library searching for her next victim, the victim being a book of course.She didn't have a clear picture in mind of what she'd hope to stumble upon, but when did Moxie ever? she is known for incredibly peculiar impulse. Moxie meandered her fingertips against the dozen of novels in search for the right one, She ultimately is intrigued as soon as she see...