You have everything Im looking for

Youre just the one for me

Yet you are nonexistent

And Im still stuck as me

If I could make a wish

Itd be to bring you to life

Theres no one like you — thats why

I wish I were your wife

Oh why cant I find,

A boy with your characteristics

They all seem to mind

When I fall in love with fictions

They call these men fiction

Yes thats true

But so are their feelings

...

Graffiti used to mean, “So and so was here.” Now its a sign of death.

I remember when graffiti used to cover the streets. Every direction you looked and there it was. But one day, all of it went away. Every trace of graffiti was gone. There was no more for sale in stores, not even extra specs on the floors. It was as if the art never existed.

I saw graffiti today, though. For the first time in y...

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch yhe great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further.

I loved the clouds. They were free, and always moving into different shapes that I would spot and show my parents. They didnt care as much as I did. But I didnt mind. Because I had a brain that noticed these things, and thea...

You didn’t want me to die. I know that. I’m not foolish enough to blame you for my death. It is inevitable. Some people just have to face their mortality earlier than others.

You look at me with your deep eyes, the ones that always used to get everything out of me with just a look. All the truth, bad and good.

After today, I will never feel the warmth of your gaze again. It breaks my already ti...

No one talks about the good

Only the bad

Not about the happy memories,

Only the sad

And no one talks about how your wounds will heal,

And those wounds are signs that youre real

They say that hurting shows youre weak

But without that hurting, you couldnt find what you seek

What do you seek?

Peace or health?

Perhaps some new talent

That will guide you to wealth

No one seeks out misfortune

Becaus...

Me and my friends original plan was to go to the farmers market and get out mom food for dinner. But on the way we saw Ms. Sally. She had been struggling with some bags and her cane. We decided to help, of course.

All the way back to her home, as we carried some of her bags, I eyed her red scarflette, tempted to ask but keeping quiet. I saw my friend looking too, but she stayed quiet as well.

Whe...