There are healers

And there are killers.

You chose one,

Not both.

The healers are magical.

They love and help.

They build and shape.

They do not break.

The killers are vengeful.

They hurt and hinder.

They destroy and ruin.

They always find a way.

No one knows the killers,

Not for who they really are.

They know them by their fake name.

A mask.

A distraction.

An irrelevant part of t...

There are no mistakes, just happy accidents.

-Bob Ross

Bob Ross said this, meaning

I am a happy accident.

My existence,

My presence,

My everything.

My friends,

My family,

They all love me but that’s

Because they have to.

Nobody wants to make other people

Feel bad,

It’s just that sometimes,

you have to tell the truth.

I know what I am and you

Can’t cha...

Poderoso was strong and mighty.

He could lift mountains higher than your head.

He loved his people of Portugal

And wanted to help them.

Once he saw a huge meteor headed for earth

And knew he couldn’t hold it back.

Not on his own.

He talked to his sister and asked her to help.

She laughed it off and said

“Aw look who is coming to his

baby sister for help!”

Poderoso did not like this.

...

BANG!

A loud shot in my ears.

POW!

I can’t hear.

All the things around me dissapear.

My head fills with black,

My hands go so numb.

What was that?

A shot to my back

Is what that was.

A mystery solved

In a matter of seconds.

This shot would kill me

But I have to stand up.

Looking around

With eyes so blurry.

I can’t see but I still hurry.

Hurrying to the spot,

The place,

Anywhere other ...

Feathers red,

Beak yellow.

This is how I’ve always been,

In both my lives.

I used to have bright red hair,

Fiery that blew in the wind.

My face yellow.

Freckles everywhere.

Now instead of freckles,

I have dirt.

Permanent dirt that doesn’t come off.

It looked messy.

The other birds think I don’t

Take care of myself.

I do.

I once said those two words

In my human life.

So happy, fil...

My sister and I.

So alike,

Yet so different.

She loves math,

I love writing.

She loves sports,

I like art.

She loves piano,

I love singing.

Yet we always agree to

Play.

Doesn’t matter what game,

What place,

What age,

What time.

We communicate like this.

Through games.

Board,

Running,

Cards,

And all.

We took a break for a couple years.

She went to college.

I stayed back.

Tw...

My dog,

Happy as one can be,

Lives with me.

He is never doubtful,

Always bashful,

And comes to me for treats.

We lay every night,

On the couch with tv,

Glimmering is he.

My golden retriever,

Glimmers,

Smiles,

Plays,

And won’t get in your way.

If he were a human,

He would be a track star.

Always running,

Always tired.

And when all of it was over,

He would eat, sleep, and do it

Al...

Lucy couldn’t sleep without her stuffed animal blanket. It was a bunny. A bunny that turned into a blanket that she could snuggle. This specific bunny was called Stephanie.

Lucy was just a girl when her mother gave it to her, already named after her late grandmother. Lucy was forced to sleep with it every night but she never questioned it even as she grew up. Her mother would always take good ...

Church.

It’s songs.

It’s praise.

It’s spirit.

It’s grace.

Christ.

Beautiful.

Loving.

Holy.

Blest.

Disciples.

Loyal.

Teachers.

Servants.

Worshipers.

Sin.

The mind,

Becoming polluted

By the

Devil himself.

Growing apart

By bad decisions,

Influenced by

Sinful deeds.

This is what we are.

People.

Sin.

Saints.

Fake....

Nothing and no one here is sacred safe or sane.

This means there is nothing

Odd.

This means there is nothing

Important.

This means there is nothing

Special.

This means that it’s absolutely

Nothing.

This place is only

insane.

This place is only

unsafe.

This place is only

unsacred.

This place is only

Wierd

This building is not

Just.

This building is not

Blest.

This building is n...