How to describe them? Their hair, black-brown as dark, bitter coffee, but beautiful and shines like jewels all the same. It’s never misshapen or greasy, no matter how they cut it or how long they go without giving it a wash. Then their eyes, a radioactive sort of green, which are made to seem brighter against their black mane. Their personality is just as dull as their eyes- not one bit, rather mo...

The tinkling that accompanied the old ballerina’s twirl sounded hollow. Her painted smile and rosy brushed cheeks chipped and decayed. Her pretty lips, constantly stretched in a grin, were colored a deep bloodred. Though she had been spinning for many a year, the age she appeared stayed the same. She gladly danced for whatever small face appeared when her box was opened. The child’s face lit ...

The lone raindrop Triggers the flood The hurling of debris Brings the fresh blood The rumble in the ground The trembling of the sea The tossing of the water The cause of the tsunami The passiveness in those words Sparks fury anew Or creates insecurity No one really knows what they can do....

I pressed my body against the wall, fumbling with the door handle. My control of my fingers was rapidly slipping. Finally, with a weak kick, the door clicked shut. I clutched my stomach, wrapping both arms around my front and sliding to the floor. Sweat dripped down my neck and back. Cold sweat. It seemed to freeze on the base of my neck. My breath heaved, but I couldn’t get enough oxygen. Bl...

Licks of heat against the infinite sky Swaths of red tasting the expanse of black Crimson glow highlighting the features of passerby burying the hidden in darkness A different kind of fire than the stars A great mass of flame Compared to pinpricks of white smoke crowds the senses the cries of those who were too slow howling wind overtaking them __ The breeze dances with the fire Its flaili...

cold water feels warm when you’re freezing it was torture when you said you were leaving then someone new came along it was like a few notes turned into a song my soul newly replenished my heart left unblemished i’ll never forget you but I need to move on, too...

“When I was younger, there was frozen rain. We called it snow- it was quite magical. It would coat the ground, turning the world white. It was, for me, the mark of the winter.”

“We only have rain now. Why not the snow?” “The sunshine doesn’t allow for the snow. It’s become too warm, since I was a kid. I think you would like the snow. I miss it.”...

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there Or it thinks its friends don’t really exist Because they are hundreds of thousands of miles away Or it wants to make friends here But it’s afraid of burning us, hurting us. And it makes up for it By providing light for us Do you think it relates to us The lonely people down here? And it watches us Forever above us And wonders If we are the same....

Golden rays illuminated the world Coloring the sky a brilliant blue Its light the silver linings of the clouds The source of all of our color and warmth

Now the sun has been utterly destroyed Its glow is simply a nice memory All our plants have shriveled into nothing So how much longer can we really last?...

warm, comforting (skeletal, cold) hands

pretty, consoling (haunted, abandoned) house

silly, relatable (hurtful, wounding) gossip

your eyes turned away from my distressed gaze

laughed with those girls and it hit and it hurts

your words and your cries mixed and blurred with your lies...