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...